It's been said that ever person has some dark passion within his soul-some hidden secret, desire, or whim that may never surface to be seen by even the closest confidante. Such a secret can be evil and sinister, or it may be trivial and trite.
In America, such dark passions are easily submerged and hidden by the complexities of everyday living. Yet sometimes dark passions surface-and another Richard Speck or Lee Harvey Oswald emerges. Sometimes such passions are exposed-and another Watergate or ITT affair hits the headlines.
THE TEASER UPSTAIRS is a dramatic representation of a woman who learns to let her most base desires and passions come to the fore. Outwardly, Ginny Dayton appears like any other average, middle-class female, yet inwardly she seethes with frustration, with a depth of passion even she herself is not fully aware of. But when Ginny goes on vacation, she throws caution to the winds and dares to let it all hang out. Hers is the story of a woman who finds that total sexual freedom is her destiny, whatever the consequences.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Ginny moaned low in her throat as Roy pulled his throbbing cock from her cunt and rolled her over onto her belly. She had already come twice on the hardness of his plunging cock and she found herself, as always, wanting more.
He pulled her by the hips up to her hands and knees. Then he spread her knees wide so that the gaping pink crack of her cunt was splayed widely open. She could feel the wet, heated results of their screwing pour from her pussy and run down her inner thighs.
"You keep saying there's something besides-the missionary way, honey," he growled from behind her, his breath hot against her pink flesh. "Well, now we'll see."
It was always the case. When he had been drinking, he wanted to experiment, to try new ways of fucking in new positions. But Roy rarely drank, so it was usually just him on top, fucking, and Ginny on the bottom trying to get all she could.
It had been that way for almost all of the two years they had gone together. She loved Roy; he was a great guy and a fair lover. But he was just one man ... and the only man she had ever fucked.
They had met when Ginny was just graduating from high school, and he from college. For the first six months nothing had happened and Ginny was beginning to wonder if there was something wrong with her or, worse yet, with him.
Then she got her own apartment and a good job. Roy was there constantly. It was inevitable that one night they would both have one too many drinks before dinner and end up in bed.
It was the first time for Ginny, and Roy had been a careful, gentle and considerate lover. In no time he had moved in with her. For the first year the sex got better and better.
And Ginny discovered something about herself that she had never known before; she was sensual. Her whole being loved sex in every way. And that was part of the problem. Unless Roy was drinking, there was only one way.
It was impossible for them to go down on each other, or have Ginny on top, or any other variation, when he was cold sober.
At work Ginny would hear the other girls, particularly Norma Giles, tell their stories about what was going on in their sex lives, and it created a mountain of curiosity in Ginny.
The first time she had dipped her head down into his lap and taken his cock in her mouth, Roy had shaken as though his body would come apart. At first she thought it was from passion, but when his cock went limp and he pulled her head away from his dick, she knew it was from fear.
"What's the matter, honey? Isn't it good? Doesn't it feel good to you?"
"Yeah ... yes," he stammered, "it feels good, but ... Ginny, it isn't right."
Then he fucked her, on top as usual. And, as usual, he did it masterfully, with a great deal of staying power that give her the multiple orgasms that satisfied her body, but not her mind and her curiosity.
Two nights later she fed him enough booze to totally wipe away his inhibitions. She not only sucked his cock, he dived his head between her legs and sucked her pussy to several climaxes.
The feeling and taste of his hot sperm running in great waves down her throat only served to whet her appetite and curiosity for more sex games.
But she couldn't get him drunk every night they had sex.
During the second year they lived together, she drew away from him mentally but continued to press him sexually, physically, with her body.
Roy pressed, too-for marriage. His job had gotten better, his pay was higher and he told her it was time they settled down, bought a home, and started raising kids.
Ginny's question was: "Settle down from what?"
She sensed that somewhere, someway, there was a lot more to sex than she was getting. She also guessed that sex had a lot to do with love. So, because of their limited sex, she began to doubt if she really was in love with him.
She kept putting him off. That is, until one particular afternoon. He had come home from work angry and already a little tight. It seemed that Dale Henderson, his best friend at the office, was getting married. Dale wanted Roy to be his best man.
"So?" Ginny said, fixing him another drink. "What's wrong with that?"
"We're wrong with that," Roy said, gulping the drink and motioning for another. "That's what's wrong with that."
"I don't get it."
"How come we're not married? Ginny, we've been going together nearly two and a half years now. And we've been sleeping together for two years."
"Yes...." she said, lifting her skirt and sliding onto his legs.
He took another long gulp from his glass and leveled his eyes on hers. "I think it's time, Ginny, that we make a decision." He always got a little pontifical, besides sexy, when he was drinking.
"About what?"
"About us ... about getting married."
"Can we make the decision in bed?" she giggled, rubbing the soft cheeks of her bare ass over the bulge she felt rising beneath them.
He sputtered and stammered a lot but couldn't resist following her into the bedroom. He did manage to inform her that he had to leave for the airport in two hours. She ignored him, getting them both naked and into the bed.
The second their naked bodies touched, she knew it was going to be one of their better sex-sessions.
Roy went right to her pussy with his sucking lips and whirled his cock around towards her face as he shoved his tongue as far as he could up her hot hole.
He licked her pussy through her first climax and then moved back until his cock was dangling and bobbing between her thighs. He fucked her with a savagery she had never known before. She had a second climax.
Then he came.
But, to her surprise, he didn't stop.
Her first thought was that maybe he really was going to change. Now he was going to do something that he had never done before. He was actually going to dive into the mess in her pussy, the mess that he himself had created. Even under the influence of booze he had never done that before.
His voice was raspy, heavy with lust, as she felt his hot breath on her asshole and the gaping lips of her cunt. "Beautiful, Ginny, your cunt is beautiful.
It's dripping cum and pussy juice. Just look at it ooze out of you."
Tingling throbs of heat ran clear up to her nipples as he squirmed his face into her from behind. His nose mashed into her asshole, thrilling her. Then she gasped as his tongue and teeth spread her pulpy cunt-lips and his mouth made great slurping noises as he sucked from her cunt the juices of both their orgasms.
"Oh, Ginny ... Ginny ... Ginny," he moaned into her pussy.
Thrills of pleasure shot through her whole body as she wiggled her hips, mashing the syrupy lips of her cunt and the knob of her clit harder against his chin and lips.
"Oh, honey ... suck it ... suck my pussy!"
"Like it?" he moaned, thrusting his tongue as far as it would go up her cunt, and rolling its hard lip back and forth against the walls of her cunt.
"Do you?" she said, some semblance of sanity left as his tongue threatened to drive her clear out of her mind with desire.
"I love it ... I love your cunt ... your asshole," he whispered hotly. He nuzzled upward with his tongue until it -rimmed the puckered bung.
Oh my God, she thought, do you suppose...?
And then he did.
He rammed his tongue into her asshole with the same lust and fervor that he had used on her cunt. The sensations were wild. She relaxed her muscles so her asshole could open wider and wider to accept the hard tip of his hot, probing tongue.
Loud sobs escaped Ginny's lips. His tongue worked smoothly, with persistence, deeper and deeper into her shitter. His chin spread her cunt-lips and made room for itself in her fuck-hole. The bare suggestion of prickly hair on his chin was a little painful but, at the same time, irritated her clitoris toward another wild climax.
She pressed her face down into the bed and rammed her asshole over his tongue. He responded by making a spoon out of its feathery-smooth surface and tried to drag her very bowels out.
"Oh, love it, Roy darling!" she cried. "Love both my holes! Suck me ... tongue-fuck me, love it for me!"
She was coming again, her legs wide apart now. His head was buried between them as her ass pumped furiously against his mouth.
He lifted his face from her. "Are you comin', baby?"
"Yes ... oh, yes! Stick your cock in me ... hurry!"
Roy slid from the bed, found the floor with his feet, and pulled her body back to him. He stood behind her and grasped his raging cock with one hand while steadying her body with the other.
Her cunt took the full length of his prick with a sucking sound as his thighs slammed against her butt. He barely started to piston her hole when the climax hit her.
It came like a thunderbolt. And when it struck, the muscles of her pussy clamped over the staff of his rod like a vise. Her arms could no longer hold her and her upper body sank to the bed, her large tits mashed out beneath her.
His hands were on her ass and he could hardly believe how it shook and vibrated. She was screaming for him to drive it in and out of her, but her cunt was so tight over his cock that the best he could do was hump against her.
Her pussy was spurting juice and heat over his prick on the inside and oozing her hot streams out around his cock to bathe his balls on the outside. Her whole body was rocking and bucking against him, then, suddenly, fell still.
"You came," he panted as he felt some of the pressure on his cock release.
"Yes ... oh, yes, Roy, but don't stop. Pump it into me. I can see your cock and balls between my legs. Pour your meat into me ... I think I can even come again!"
She didn't think; she knew. The sensation of his lips and tongue, coupled with the jarring suddenness of his cock in her cunt, had driven her to a peak that she knew she would be a long time coming down from.
She reared her ass up to aid his penetration. She supported herself by raising her body off the bed, her arms folded beneath her forehead. She could see under her body and it looked wonderful to see his cock pumping away. His hands went quickly to her tits and his fingers began to work on her nipples. Never before had she seen her tits react the way they were at that moment, with the nipples hard and throbbing, eager to be touched.
His cock grew to a tremendous size in her still seething hole. She could feel the bulbous head strike the upper part of her cunt each time he withdrew and then slammed it back into her cunt.
She had tilted her ass in such a way that his driving cock was almost painful as he savagely fucked it into her. Ginny wanted him to come first because she knew that one more climax would kill her.
She kept her body still.
Roy was too engrossed in the thrusting, jerking motions of his body and his cock to notice that her body had quieted.
He worked faster until his cock had swollen grotesquely inside of her, stretching her cunt to its limits. The heat of him in there was wonderful. Her juices were flowing out of her cunt in torrents, greasing his prick as it worked up and into her, finding new angles, new places to touch that had never been touched before.
"Feel it?" he grunted in her ear, keeping her pinned down. "Feel it jumping by itself inside that beautiful cunt of yours? Is it good, baby, is it good?" Then he drove deeper into the velvety softness, lifting his shoulders, arching his back, driving with violent compulsion.
Suddenly the idea of being a disinterested observer, of just being idle and watching her cunt get fucked, started turning her on again. The bent-over position placed her fondled tits only inches from her eyes and it was very exciting to watch. The same position gave her an excellent view of his fucking and to watch the cock become redder, grow larger, and become increasingly creamier was something she didn't want to interrupt. She knew if she became excited, she might not be able to see as much. Quickly she called out for Roy's come.
"Give it to me, lover! C'mon, shoot away! Pump your load into my hot cunt! Fuck me, darling, fuck me! PLEASE!"
Roy's legs were beginning to buckle and he knew he would soon have to withstand the challenge of remaining upright. Ginny knew the orgasm was coming when she saw his fingers stiffen around each tit and his cock becoming redder than ever.
"Oh, please hurry, Roy, please hurry!"
It was a strange request, for Ginny wanted him to fuck her before she was too worked up again. This was going to be a night of many delightful sexual events, she thought.
The pulsations became more and more intense and Roy suddenly fell forward, his stomach rubbing on her back. His prick quivered and a large bolt of cum was sent into her fuck-hole. She felt the molten load strike her cunt walls. She didn't take her eyes off his cock for the briefest instant. As the hot strokes continued, she could see how much cream was already dribbling out of her cunt. It was overwhelming!
One of the most exciting sights for her was when her clit became soaked with the ejaculated cream from his cock. The clit was so small she hadn't seen it before, but the hot fluid triggered a response immediately.
The tiny little knob quickly became a throbbing projection as each drop made it larger and larger. Never before, and perhaps never again, she thought, would she see the little bud so plainly enlarge and react to a fuck.
It was truly a beautiful session, even if Ginny deliberately refrained from participating. Roy shot such a massive amount of jizz that when the last spurt left his balls, he began to buckle at the knees. Not wanting to fall, he dropped his entire frame upon her back. He was heavy, but Ginny didn't mind. That was her man above her, and that was all that mattered.
After a few minutes of relaxing, Ginny allowed him to roll onto the bed. She quickly reached for his legs. As she lifted the rest of him onto the bed, she looked at his wonderful body. His cock looked quite spent, but she was determined to spark its interest again immediately. Without asking if he would like to do it again, she jumped on him and rolled her naked body onto his.
"It was a beautiful fuck ... the greatest ... the best yet," she cooed into his ear. Maybe, she thought, it would be different this time.
Ginny straddled him with a knee on each side of his body. Her wet pussy, its hair matted with his cum and her juice, was poised directly above his deflating cock. The fluids poured onto his prick from her dilated hole.
Then she looked down at him, and realized. His face, beneath the arm he had covered it with, was beet-red. The booze had worn off and Roy was his old self.
She rolled onto her back beside him on the bed. Silence permeated the room, broken only by the sound of their mutual breathing. She felt enclosed, locked in, as if the apartment were her cell and Roy her jailer. A wave of sameness washed over her body, and the feeling that nothing had changed after all.
Ginny felt the old feelings; her body was satisfied, but not her mind.
She felt him roll off the bed. She didn't move, but kept her arm over her eyes and the eyes themselves closed. As she heard the shower run, she let her mind roam.
Sex was a release, a passing thing. But it was also an exciting thing, with differences and variations. All of them she knew nothing about.
It was Friday. Monday morning she would start her vacation for three weeks. Right then and there Ginny made up her mind to find out what there was on the other side of the veil she had dropped over herself by living and loving only Roy.
She must have slipped off into a dreamless sleep because Roy was fully dressed when she opened her eyes in response to his hand on her shoulder.
"Ginny ... Ginny?"
"Huh ... oh, Roy ... are you going?"
"Yeah," he replied, still unable to meet her eyes directly. Jesus, she thought, what kind of hang-ups had he had as a kid? "I ... uh ... I'm sorry I got so wild."
She wanted to scream at him, to tell him that it had been great, wonderful. But, as always, she held her peace and kept her mouth shut, tight shut.
"Have a nice trip," she said, unable to keep the hollowness out of her voice.
"Yeah...." He seemed to stumble, then leaned over and kissed her on the forehead.
At the door, he turned. "I love you, Ginny."
She blinked down under the arm that covered her eyes. "I love you, too, Roy," she said, and thought, I wish you were half as much man as I know I am woman.
"Ginny?"
"Yeah."
"I'll be back sometime Tuesday. Be ready with an answer."
"To what?" she said.
"Whether or not we're going to get married."
CHAPTER TWO
His name was Ted. Ginny didn't even want to know his last name. She thought it would be better that way. She also thought it would be better to go to his apartment rather than her own.
It had been a real battle of conscience but in the end her common sense, or what Ginny called her common sense, had won. Actually it was little more than the fulfillment of an intense desire she had nurtured since her friend, Norma, had told Ginny about him.
Norma had met Ted at a friend's cocktail party. He was very tall, very handsome, with an athletic body, and he had a beautiful bulge in the front of his tight pants.
Norma, being Norma, went after him immediately. It turned out that he was quite intelligent and a good conversationalist, which made the chase even more exciting.
Then Norma asked him what he did for a living and got the surprise of her life.
"Nothing, really," he said, very calmly, "unless, of course, you consider fucking a living. I do a lot of that."
Norma didn't quite understand his meaning, but what he said somehow made him even more intriguing than he had been before. She stayed with him like glue throughout the rest of the party and took him up to her apartment when it was over.
His reason for being at the party got a little less fuzzy while they were going up together in the elevator. "You're not married, are you?" Ted asked her.
"No," Norma laughed. "Does it make any difference? I've been married ... twice. Do you prefer married women?"
"They usually prefer me. Frankly, I prefer doing business with single girls, but I find that they rarely need me ... or my services."
"Well, my dear," Norma told Ginny, "I thought nothing of his reference to 'business' at the time. I just merrily flounced into the apartment, stripped, and climbed into bed.
"Then he hit me right between the eyes with it. He was a male whore! Can you imagine? He said that since I was so attractive and single, he would do me for a discount-a mere one hundred dollars! Can you imagine?"
"Did you tell him to go to hell?" Ginny asked her.
"I must admit," Norma continued, "that was the first thought that entered my mind. But, as he was talking, he was also taking his clothes off. Ginny, he had the most gorgeous ten-inch, wrist-thick hard-on you ever saw in your life!
"All my little ole pussy could think of was ... mine, mine, mine! I wanted it. Besides, the idea of a woman paying to get laid for a change was suddenly as intriguing as hell!"
"So you fucked him?" Ginny had asked, wide-eyed and in total wonder by this time at the gist of Norma's story.
"My dear," Norma said, "he fucked me like I've never been fucked before and will probably never be fucked again! I mean, he gave it to me every way a girl could take it and then found ten new ways!
"Before it was even all over, I had decided that the whole thing was splendidly dirty and perverse and more than worth the hundred dollars. You should sneak off and try it, Ginny. It would make a new woman of you!"
Blushingly, Ginny had taken Ted's number from Norma and secreted it into her purse. She had fully intended to throw it away. But every time she came across it she would just examine, it, think about Ginny's story, and then replace it.
It was sometime between Roy's evening departure and noon the next day when she finally got up the courage to call Ted and make the appointment.
And now she was there, in front of his door, awkwardly smoking a cigarette and thinking about running for her life.
Should I ... shouldn't I? Can I ... can't I? Will I ... won't I?
She paced across the hall and jammed her cigarette out in the receptacle by the elevator. She was about to push the "down" button when his door opened.
"I thought I heard something out here," he said. "Ginny?"
"Uh ... yes?" She didn't mean to make it sound like a question.
"Norma's friend, Ginny?"
This time she could only nod.
"Well ... come on in," he said, and stepped back from the door.
Timidly, Ginny cross the hall and entered his apartment. It was beautifully luxurious. The living room was sunken three steps down and richly furnished like the inside of a sheik's tent. The walls and even the ceilings were draped with rich tapestries and the sofa was low, cushiony and in a huge, complete circle in the center of the room.
Through a door beside a beautifully mirrored bar, she saw the bedroom and the bed. It, too, was round, and elevated three steps above the thickly carpeted floor. It was big enough for six people at one time and Ginny mischievously wondered if six had ever used it at one time!
She also thought to herself that, if the apartment was any indication, fucking paid!
"Margarita, wasn't it?" he said, releasing her elbow and moving lithely to the bar.
"How did you...? Oh, yes ... a margarita." She remembered how thorough he had been on the phone, even down to asking her the drink she preferred, before and after sex.
"You're nervous," he said, a wide, smile, warm and friendly, spreading across his face as he fixed her drink.
"A little ... I guess," Ginny conceded with a deep breath.
"Don't be. That is, unless you're a virgin," he said, laughing heartily. He came back to her and took her arm, retaining the drink in his own hand. "And, even then," he continued, "there are ways to lose one's virginity without being nervous about it. Come along."
Oh, my God, Ginny thought, no prelude, no talk, just off to the bedroom and fuck? Well, what had she expected? She had heard stories about female prostitutes who hurried their johns along: "Can't you come yet, honey?" or "We only got a few more minutes, dear," and all the time chewing gum and counting the fly specks on the ceiling.
But there were certainly no fly specks on the ceiling of the lushly furnished bedroom he was guiding her through, and Norma had said he was the best, the very best.
As they passed the bed, she restructured her original estimate from a capacity of six to eight. "Quite a playpen," she joked.
"No ... oh, no ... quite an altar," he corrected her, but smiled even wider in the process.
He opened a door and flipped on multicolored overhead lights. The bathroom was as big as her bedroom, with gold furnishings and a sunken Roman-style tub that looked like a swimming pool.
"My God!" she gasped.
"It is a little gaudy, isn't it?" he said, amused at her intake of breath. "But serviceable. Here ... get into this. Then we'll both be more comfortable."
He handed her a filmy, very feminine, very expensive nightgown. It was then that she noticed he was dressed in only a short bathrobe that came to just above mid thigh.
"I suppose it's my size?" Ginny quipped.
"Fits all," he replied, handing her the drink. He backed through the door and closed it behind him.
Well, well, well, she thought, paradise twenty floors up, and a handsome stud to provide the entertainment. Well, Ginny old girl, that's what you came for. Might as well play the game and enjoy it! Why not? It's vacation time!
She stripped down to her lacy panties and bra, watching her own skin blush and ripple in the room's wall to wall, floor to ceiling, mirrors. She wondered what it would be like to be able to watch yourself getting laid in the huge tub, and suddenly realized that such a thing might very well be on the agenda.
She started to unhook her bra and then paused. She grabbed the gown and, like all women, checked the label: Jean Louis. Well, he has good taste ... and expensive!
She held the gown in front of her and inspected herself in the mirror. Sure enough, even with the double layer of material, she could see clearly everything she had. In fact, if the panties she wore had been a little thinner she could count her pussy hairs.
The hell with him, she thought. She was paying for the show, not him.
She pulled the gown on over her panties and bra and again looked at herself and smiled. Even through the material she looked naked. The light-brown fuzz of her beaver gleamed like a triangular beacon. Her tits were hard and firm. They were full without being grotesquely heavy and the nipples were large and perfectly round, showing as they did a touch darker than the whiteness of her tits. All in all, she admitted to herself, she had a glorious body and she was determined to enjoy it.
Ginny Dayton, you're nuts! With a body like that, you could have any man you want and here you are, practically begging and, worse yet, paying a hundred dollars of hard-earned money, to get laid!
She took a long pull on the tangy margarita and went back into the living room.
"Ah . ... feel better?" he asked, meeting her by the sofa.
"A little less nervous," she replied.
"Good."
He was standing so that his body nearly touched hers. "I've finished my drink," Ginny said, handing him her glass.
He took it and somehow made it disappear. "I hope you don't want another." He placed his hands on each side of her head and leaned his lips close to hers. "My name is Ted and your name is Ginny and right at this moment there is no one in the world except the two of us, and no place in the world except this hedonistic apartment."
His eyes were bottomless as they drew closer and closer to hers. She imagined that she could see clear into his soul and that it spoke to her. The words were sensual and lustily demanding.
He was tall. His shoulders and strong arms seemed to engulf her as he wound himself around her. She moved her hips forward but he managed to elude them with his, at least for the moment.
"Do you like it slow and easy, the first time?" he asked. "Or hard and fast and animal?"
"I think I'm going to like it any way you like it," Ginny said, wriggling her body closer, until her tits were touching his chest where the robe had fallen open.
Then his arms went around her body and her tits mashed against his chest.
"You're different than most women," he said, obviously meaning it.
"How so?" she sighed, feeling her nipples harden.
"Because you ooze sex ... not just sex appeal, but real sex. You love it, don't you?"
"Yes ... yes, I do."
"How long have you known it?"
"Since the first time I had a cock in me," she sighed.
She felt herself sliding to the floor. She looked up. His robe had fallen open. His erect cock was huge, looking even larger than the ten inches she knew it to be.
He knelt and pulled the zipper down on the gown and expertly removed it from her body. He briefly tickled her nipples through the flimsy bra. She could feel the heat from his body as his enormous cock bobbed almost in front of her face. She had the desire to take it in her mouth but waited, wanting to be loved herself first.
"You're not nervous now?"
"Not in the least," she smiled. "Only excited and anxious."
His grin widened as he looked deeply into her eyes. His hands tightened on her back, rolling her body over, beneath him. Slowly he lowered his face to hers. Her lips parted and met his. The kiss was warm and sweet. It was a slow, unhurried, lingering kiss. The kind of kiss Ginny had never known existed.
She felt her tits spreading, squeezed flat by the pressure of his embrace. His hands traveled down her back to her ass and pulled her body into his. The movement of her tits across his chest parted his robe farther. She thrilled as the wiry hair on his chest touched her skin.
His fingers caressed her tits lovingly. She ran her hands under his robe and across his strong shoulders. He shifted his lips to the twin bulges of creamy white flesh above her bra cups.
"Your breasts are beautiful, Ginny ... delicious."
She moaned and struggled to get a hand behind her back and at the clasps of her bra. He saw her intent and did it for her.
"Yes ... open my bra ... open it! I want to feel your skin against mine!"
But, because of his embrace, her tits were still trapped in the bra. She sat up and let the bra drift down her bare arms. Her huge tits swung free and she heard him gasp.
"Am I too big?" she asked, when she saw the look on his face.
"No ... oh, God, no," he said, his voice full of awe. "You're beautiful!"
"Sometimes I wear a bra a size too small to hold them in. It ... it gets embarrassing."
He leaned forward and planted a gentle kiss on each bare nipple. An intense thrill shot through her body as she felt his kisses on her tits.
She hastily pushed his robe from his shoulders. She wanted to feel his chest rub her nipples into two hard cores of passion. She kissed him and thrust her tits against him.
Then she tentatively slid her hand between their bodies until her fingers combed through his pubic hair. Then they found the root of his cock and curled around it. She squeezed, bringing a satisfying groan to his lips.
"You're big ... real big," she said.
"Too big?" he asked.
"Just like my tits," she replied. "Never too big."
"What do you want to do?" he asked.
"Anything," she replied. "Everything. Whatever you want."
He stroked her tits with his hands as his tongue laved her body. And then she gasped. His mouth was in her beaver, then his lips were pressing against her pussy.
It was thrilling, exhilarating, and got even better as she felt his tongue part the lips of her cunt.
"Does that feel good?" he asked, lifting his face from her crotch.
"Oh, yes ... yes, it feels wonderful," she gasped.
His head again parted her thighs, the tongue licking her flesh until it shone. Around and around her thighs he roamed and then back up to her pussy. The hard red tip parted her slit and she could feel the heat of his saliva dribbling into her crack.
"Oh, God!" she screamed, when his tongue drove into her wet hole and his upper lip mashed against her clit. Up and down, around and around went his tongue inside her.
His head moved back up across her belly while his hand continued to gently caress her pussy. She was squirming with sexual heat and her cunt was overflowing with lubrication. Hands and tongue were all over her, assaulting her body with a sensual force that was getting her hotter and hotter.
Ted took his mouth from her tit and kissed her, ramming his tongue into her mouth hungrily. At the same time he finger-fucked her, making her ass wiggle in response. Her clit rose to his touch and pulsated with pleasure.
Ginny moaned her joy and wrapped her arms around his neck. She held onto him as tightly as she could, their open mouths grinding together.
Again the kiss forced more juice to spill from her pussy. She had to break away to catch her breath. His tongue went immediately to one of her tits and another finger went up her hole.
Yes, she thought, there was no doubt about it. She was definitely being heated up by a professional and she was loving it!
Back down across her belly went his face and that hot, darting tongue that seemed to never get dry. His head was between her thighs, the tongue licking their sticky wetness. Then he mashed the lips of his mouth against the lips of her cunt and his tongue slithered into the slit and up her fuck-hole.
His hands lifted her hips slightly from the floor. Up and down the entire length of her gooey slit ran his tongue and then into her hole again. She looked between her legs and saw the rapture on his face.
God, she thought, he didn't have to be drunk to eat pussy. He loved it, and he was getting paid for it besides! What a deal!
She felt hot flashes explode all through her body. His tongue licked every part of her pussy that it could reach. She reached out and grasped his bobbing prick. The desire in her to fuck was intense, more so than she had ever felt before. She panted faster and faster as his teeth found her clit and nibbled it into near explosion.
"Oh, God! Oh, Ted, Ted, Ted, do you ever know how to suck a pussy!"
Then she felt her whole insides open up to him. She screamed again and bucked upward with her hips. There was a tiny moan of rapture from her Ups and her pussy erupted in a mini-climax.
"Did you come?" he asked.
"A little," she replied, unable to move.
"Then we'll go for the big one."
He moved up across her body until his .hard meat was pressed against her cunt.
"You're nice and wet," he said.
"Are you going to put it inside me?"
"Yes, baby ... I'm gonna fuck you," he said. "Mmmmm ... yes, fuck ... fuck me ... fuck me with your cock," she murmured.
He put her legs over his shoulders and bent her in half. He moved the head of his prick to her parted cunt-lips and gently nudged until it popped inside her hole.
"I can feel you already," she said, smiling up at him. "You're so big. This is going to be beautiful."
"I know," he replied, and eased his weight forward. His cock sank easily, in one smooth motion, clear to the hilt in her cunt.
When his pelvic bone hit hers, she erupted into a seething mass of sexual frenzy. Her hips strained against his as her legs flew apart and then back together around his body. In seconds she reached another climax. The juice from her pussy rolled in streams down her buttocks and into the crack between them.
She was getting fucked by a man, a real man, for the first time in her life, and she knew that from then on she would never go back to second best.
Then he rolled her over until she was sitting on top of him. It was a whole new, exciting sensation to have such a huge cock clear to the root in her seething cunt. She moved her pussy from side to side, making his cock literally dig into her belly.
He reached up and cupped her tits. It pushed her backward slightly and the huge head of his prick explored yet another new area of sensation in her pussy. She raised her ass a little, giving him room to pump his cock up into her hole. His fingers pinched her nipples hard, making them stand out even farther.
"Ginny," he groaned, "Ginny ... eat up my dick with your pussy!"
"Oh, honey, do it to me, pound your meat up into me," Ginny gasped as her pussy started to spasm on the thick ridge of his meat.
Ted took his hands off her tits so he could hold her by her butt, his middle finger searching for and finding her asshole. It steadily disappeared up into her shitter, adding another dimension to her pleasure.
She leaned far forward, her tits swinging wildly as Ted picked up his speed, jabbing upward, sending his prick into her cunt up to its hairy hilt on each and every thrust.
"You love it," he whispered.
"Every inch," she cooed.
And she kissed him, thrusting her tongue deep into his mouth as he slammed his prick and finger in and out of her pussy and asshole.
Then, in order to breathe better, she took her mouth off his. She sat up and leaned backward, her tits taking an exciting upward curve. Ted rubbed her hard, flat stomach, then her thighs, warmly, lovingly. She was in ecstasy.
His cock was perfect for her. He moved rhythmically, his hands again on her tits, pushing backward. Her head hung back, her hair sweeping back and forth, the tendons in her neck standing out as she started to have another orgasm.
He rolled her over onto her side. She draped her upper leg over his thigh and bucked into him, meeting his cock as he fucked her furiously. She covered his neck and shoulders with a flurry of kisses and little bites.
Then he picked up his speed, leaning into her so he could suck on one of her tits, opening his mouth and taking as much of her throbbing mound as he could. She reached over and squeezed the base of his cock.
Her fingers felt the wetness as the cock went in and out of her pussy. Their pubic hairs were wet and warm. Ted stopped sucking and grabbed her ass. As he stuck his prick into her, he pulled her ass into him as hard as he could.
Ginny started to come as soon as he did this, feeling the head of his rod jab at the base of her womb. She couldn't hold back and once again she spasmed out her juices, smothering his prick with thick, hot, delicious cream.
"Oh, Ted, come, come, come in me!" she screamed as she banged into him.
"Did you come again?" he asked.
"Yes ... now I want to feel you come in me. I want to feel the heat from your balls in my pussy!"
"In a bit," he said, and pulled his juice-dripping cock from her pussy. He stood and pulled her up beside him.
"What's the matter?" she said, her eyes glazed as they tried to focus. "Why did we stop?"
"We didn't stop," he replied, moving and pulling her along behind him. "We just paused. Bedtime now ... and we'll have some real fucking."
CHAPTER THREE
Ginny felt like she was swimming in a sea of sex as she crawled up on the huge bed and again felt herself being enveloped in his arms. She could feel his cock wedging itself between her juice slick thighs.
She leaned forward, resting her forehead against his and closing her eyes. Her mind and her body joined as one in total surrender to his touch and his sex.
Gently, but with lusting insistence, he toyed with the skin of her nipples. Circles of increasing pleasure radiated out from their throbbing tips. Her pussy started to get hot and wet again as she became more and more aware of the hard ridge of his cock rubbing against her seething slit.
He satisfied her tits thoroughly before encircling her and crushing her against him. His mouth melted into hers, their tongues darting and dueling with each other. Her tits flattened out against his hard chest, the nipples jabbing into him.
She breathed faster and faster as he extended the kiss, sucking on her tongue, running his own tongue all around the inside of her mouth. She stuck her hand down and grabbed his prick, thrilling to the hardness and thickness of it. Finally she moved her head backward, looking at him.
"All you have to do is touch me and I get excited," she panted.
"I'll do a lot more than that before we're through," he smiled.
She waited for him to take the initiative, wanting to be loved, fucked, and satisfied beyond her wildest sexual dreams.
His hands traveled up and down the silken smoothness of her long legs until they came to rest on the fringe of her beaver. She spread her legs farther apart as he played with her moistened cunt-folds, rubbing them. He found her clit and expertly scratched at the ultrasensitive little nub of flesh with a fingernail. Excitement raced up and down her body as she began to move around, unable to keep still.
Then he slipped a middle finger up into her hole and started to finger-fuck her, slowly, teasing her, driving her wild with desire. Her pussy oozed juices, and her hands found her own jugs, kneading them, exciting herself even more.
Ted put the middle finger of his free hand into his mouth, got it wet, then slipped it underneath her. Ginny felt it slowly penetrate up into her asshole as he finger-fucked her faster and faster. She panted and moaned as she started to move her pelvis up and down in reaction to the two fingers which were buried up in her, separated by a thin wall of skin.
"Jesus, you really know how to make a girl want it, don't you?" she panted.
"You like that?" he asked. "You like something up your asshole?"
"I told you," she sighed, "I want everything."
He took his fingers out of her cunt and butt-hole, maneuvering himself on the bed so that he was kneeling between her legs. He grabbed her by the hips and easily lifted her up. She draped her legs over his shoulders as he drew short lines and circles on her inner thighs with the tip of his tongue.
"Lick it, lick me until I come," she urged breathlessly.
Then he took his tongue and slowly ran it up and down the length of her slit. Ginny's tits lolled from side to side on her chest as she squirmed beneath him. Then he suddenly mashed his mouth against her cunt-lips, thrusting his tongue as far up into her hole as he could. He held it there and poked and probed around, filling his mouth with as much pussy as he could. His teeth grated against her hairy mound, filling it with deliciously exciting shivers of pain that darted all around inside her.
He sucked noisily on her and nibbled gently on her fleshy folds, getting her hotter and hotter. His arms were locked around her waist and her buttocks were pressing against his chest as he ate her. Ginny's breathing became louder and louder and when Ted thought the time was just right, he took his mouth off her pulsating pussy and gently lowered her ass to the bed. His lips and cheeks were smeared with her juices. He ran his tongue across his lips and obviously relished tasting what he found there.
"I'd like to taste your cock at the same time," Ginny whispered.
"Good," he replied. "I was hoping you'd say that."
He twisted his body and slid beneath her. Ginny positioned herself so that her ass and her dripping pussy settled over his face, as she reached lovingly for his magnificent tool.
She swirled her tongue around the throbbing head, holding its base before she licked his cock up and down. Caressing his balls, she repeated the process, thrilling at the texture of his skin, the smoothness, the way the veins stood out.
Ted rubbed the soft, creamy skin of her butt as she traced one of his veins with the tip of her tongue. Her tits swung gently from side to side, the hard, erect nipples occasionally grazing his stomach.
She nuzzled her nose into his pubic hair, licking at his balls. The ends of her hair tickled his upper thighs as she tried to force the tip of her tongue into the tiny hole in the head of his fiery cock.
Spreading the cheeks of her ass, Ted exposed her asshole. He moved his head up and ran his tongue around its circumference before he pressed against it, trying to force it into the tight circle of flesh. Ginny shivered as she opened her mouth to engulf the head of his pulsating rod. Rich waves of pleasure and satisfaction washed over her body and she felt the tension in her chest increase.
Moving her head downward, she slowly filled her mouth with hard, stiff cock. Her lips squeezed the exciting thickness as hard as they dared. She breathed through flared nostrils as she began to bob her head up and down, her hands resting on his thighs. Ted took his fingers and inserted his thumbs between the lips of her pussy. He pried until the hole gaped above his mouth and the hot juice poured into his throat. He swallowed greedily.
"Jesus ... cunt juice ... hot, sticky cunt juice. You got gallons of it in you, Ginny ... and I want it all."
When the stream diminished to a slight ooze, he studied her twat carefully and then mashed his mouth against her, thrusting his tongue up her cunt-hole.
It drove Ginny wild with an even greater desire for his cock. She wanted him to come, in her mouth or her cunt, it made no difference. She just wanted to feel his hot sperm shooting inside her somewhere.
She breathed faster and faster as she twisted his cock up into her face. She wiggled her ass and her cunt ever harder down over his driving tongue. He was alternating the hard tip of it back and forth with every stroke, first in her pussy and then in her asshole.
She used her hands on his hips in order to rock his prick harder up into her throat. He helped her by humping up into her, nudging the back of her throat with every lunge.
Jesus, she thought, cock, beautiful cock. I love it, I do love it!
Her hands were on his balls, teasing and pleasing them at the same time. Pressure built steadily inside her and she desperately sought release. He flicked his tongue in and out of her cunt, licking her inner walls.
She stopped sucking on his beautiful rod and sat up, moving her crotch in a tight circle as she fought for her orgasm. He nibbled on her erect clit and Ginny felt cum beginning to well up inside her seething pussy.
"Oh, shit ... fuck me! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, Ted!" she wailed. "I want to feel your big hunk of meat up inside me again! I want to feel your juice shoot in me!"
Ted practically vaulted from beneath her and rolled her over onto her stomach. He lifted her hips and pulled her gleaming ass-cheeks back towards him. She felt two of his fingers enter the seeping walls of her cunt and practically spoon the lubrication out of her hole.
She looked between her legs as he greased his cock with her juice. Then she felt the huge cock-head nuzzle, not against her pussy, but hard against her asshole.
He's going to put his cock in my ass, she thought. It'll kill me, rip me apart! She had often, in her sexual fantasies, thought about such a thing, but never with a cock the size of Ted's.
"You're going to put it in my ass, aren't you?" she said, matter-of-factly.
"I sure am, baby. You said you wanted everything. Well ... fucking your sweet little asshole is part of everything!"
"Maybe ... maybe you'd better not," she said, without too much conviction. "You're so big ... it might not fit ... it might tear me up inside!"
"It'll be fine," he said, gently soothing her with his voice. "Just relax and think of it as another new thrill."
He spread her cheeks apart as he nudged the puckered asshole a little harder with his thick cock-head. She bit her lips and emitted a little shriek of pain as he started to push it in.
"Relax ... just relax," he urged.
"Oh, shit ... it hurts like hell."
Her tiny hole was stretched to its outermost limits by the huge head. But the sensation was, as he said, something really new and exciting. She managed to relax a little. She both felt and heard the giant head pop through the taut muscle of her shitter.
"Oh, Jesus...."
"It's all right, baby," he cooed, gently rubbing her butt with his hands. "The head's in now. The rest will slide in pretty easy."
He was right. She could feel her asshole spreading as his cock went in her inch by inch. At the same time, one of his hands continued to tease and caress her pussy, keeping her hot, wet, and anxious to-fuck.
The sensation was overwhelming when, at last, she felt the mat of his pubic hairs against the crack of her ass and knew that he had his entire cock buried to the hilt in her ass.
"It feels like the cock-head is clear up in my stomach," she groaned.
"Still hurt?"
"Just a little, but I like it," she said, closing her eyes and digging her fingers into the downy mattress. "I like it. Go ahead and fuck me!"
She felt the huge tool being pulled clear out of her butt until the bulbous head was all that was left inside the swollen ass-ring. She shifted her head so she could look between her splayed thighs and watch.
"Spread the lips of my cunt out flat," she urged, "so I can watch it go in."
He did as she asked, splitting her cunt-lips until they were nearly flat. She could see the long bulge of his sperm-tube throb as his hips moved slowly forward. She gasped as she saw and felt inch after interminable inch of hard, thick, throbbing cock press relentlessly up into her ass.
Then he was home again, with his balls jammed against her spread gash.
"Oh, yes ... shit yes, now it's good!"
"I'll say it's good," Ted panted. "Oh, mama, what a sweet asshole you've got for fucking!"
"Then fuck it, Ted. Pour that cock into my ass. Put it clear up to my fucking tits!"
And then he was fucking her, using the full power of his hips and butt to slam his meat in and out of her asshole.
Ginny could hear it, see it, and feel it. And she loved it. "Come inside me this time."
"Okay," he panted, lunging in and out of her butt, repeatedly stabbing her hole with his huge prick.
For perhaps the first time in her life, Ginny was in her true element. She had always thought that she was overly sexual, and now she knew it for sure. She also knew that she had never been totally satisfied by Roy. And, if she were to marry him, something would have to change.
And now, with his huge cock ravaging her asshole, she knew she was nymphomaniacal in many respects. She knew she would never get enough cock.
"Oh, baby, Ted honey, it's so good! Harder, fuck harder! Fill me with your cum!" She reached around and dug her fingernails into the back of his thighs, urging him to give her all he could on every lunge.
"Take it," he groaned.
"Give it to me, give it all to me!" she screamed, her voice partially muffled by the mattress.
He responded. Her body was rocked forward and backward as his cock skewered her in a blur of motion. Ted kept his hands on her hips, pulling her asshole back over his cock.
"I'm coming, baby! I'm coming!" he cried.
She could feel the tube on the underside of his prick throb and the head swell. It heightened her own sensation and she knew that in a few seconds she would also reach her climax.
She was beside herself. The thrills and sensations in her body soared to new, unbelievable heights. Beneath his cock her pussy overflowed and brought a new slickness to her inner thighs. She thrashed wildly, the friction of the sheet against her hard nipples filling her tits with warm pleasure.
Her tits flattened and squeezed outward as she drove her ass back over his cock, yearning for the heat of his cum. The head of his prick, now swollen to incredible proportions, found new places to scrape and pound far within her bowels.
Her whole body felt as if it were spasming. She felt dizzy and lightheaded.
Then he let go. His jizz filled her asshole. She could no longer remain on her knees, they wouldn't hold her. She crashed down and her arms and legs flew apart, making her a totally spread-eagled receptacle for the huge load he was pouring into her gut.
His huge rod ripped into her asshole as it gushed glob after glob of jizz until it oozed back out of her and ran down into her pussy. She concentrated on using her strong ass muscles, clamping them to grip the stem of his slippery cock. Then, bucking wildly and madly as she came and came, she began to jerk him off with her ass.
The long hard shaft lunged deep within her. It prodded her bowels. It shuddered inside her as it filled the warm, flaccid tunnel with white hot sperm, blast after blast flooding from his balls and shooting up her butt. It came and came, and she felt every seething jet and then she fell forward with her squeezed tits on fire and her belly heaving as his climax at last ended and his flagging cock slipped out of her asshole.
They lay sweating and gasping on the bed, unable to move.
"Oh, God, Ted ... that was ... there aren't words," she cried, finding herself overcome with the ecstasy of the entire experience.
"I can go twice right away, honey," he panted, "if we hurry."
She looked at him with loving, adoring eyes as he crawled up the bed beside her. His cock was still hard and dribbling droplets of sperm on her shoulder.
"You choose this time. Where do you want it?"
He smiled and she knew She had said just the right thing.
"Lick me," he whispered. "Take my second come in your mouth."
She nodded and made a round "O" of her lips. Ted rolled over until he was above her with his weight on his toes and his elbows. His cock was like a heavy-headed arrow pointing directly at her mouth.
Ginny used her tongue and licked his cock clean before raising her head and taking it deep into her throat. When she did, Ted's hips went to work at once. He fucked back and forth into her face as if it were her cunt, getting more and more of his prick-shaft into her with each downward stroke.
Ginny sucked hungrily on his cock, eager for his cum in her mouth. Ted increased his tempo, fucking her face hard and fast, spreading her throat wide with the head of his cock. The intensity of the thrusts gradually built until she got to the point where she was sucking all his cock down her throat every time.
She used one hand to play with his balls, doing everything she could to make them release their precious load. She ran her tongue up and down the underside of the shaft as he flicked into her and made her head bounce like a rag doll on the bed.
Ginny's nose ran and her nostrils flared as she pulled air into her lungs. She dropped the other hand to her pussy. Her cunt was sopping wet. The hairs were tightly curled with moisture and her inner thighs were slick with the cum from both their bodies.
Ted came for the second time.
Cum streamed into her mouth. She let it roll around, over and under her tongue, before she swallowed it, just in time to receive the next batch. Her hand milked his balls dry, until they finally hung loose in their protective sac. And still Ginny sucked, until she was sure his magnificent prick was completely empty. Then she licked the head of his cock as he fell over sideways on the bed, totally exhausted.
"That's it ... that's it for at least a little while," he said. "Jesus, Ginny, you are some kind of woman."
"You are some kind of man," she replied, letting his cock finally slip from her mouth. She moved up his body and nuzzled her head into the spot between his neck and shoulder.
"When was the last time you got a little cock ... last year?"
"Last night," she replied sarcastically.
"Jesus, what was he-a rabbit? On and off?"
"I'd rather not talk about it," she said.
"Okay," he said, a smile in his voice. He rolled away from her and slid from the bed. "Drink?"
"Okay."
Ginny moaned and managed to sit up. Her pussy and asshole throbbed and she felt dazed, a little bit out of touch with everything. She could hear voices from the other room and realized that he had turned on the television.
He's a bastard after all, she thought. He just fucks and forgets it. Instead of coming back and fucking me again, he just watches television. Oh, well, she thought, at least I got my money's worth. She lay back down, her mind and body numb.
A few minutes later Ted re-entered the bedroom with a pitcher of drinks, and a strange-looking television set.
CHAPTER FOUR
Ginny didn't know it, but the next hour would radically change her life.
Ted set the television on top of a stand across from the bed and pushed a few buttons. Then he poured them both drinks and slid into bed beside her.
Ginny accepted the drink and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "Sorry," she said.
"Huh?"
"Just sorry."
"About what?" he replied.
"Never mind. I was just thinking something a minute ago, that I had no business thinking." She sipped the drink and settled back into the pillows.
"Watch this for a while and, hopefully, we'll both be ready to go again."
Ginny gave him a quizzical look but returned her concentration to the set as the fuzzy images started to become people.
There was a swimming pool and a garden beyond it. And beyond that Ginny could see what seemed to be the rear of a large house, or even a mansion.
A beautiful young girl, not more than fifteen, with long black hair that reached nearly to her waist, strolled through the garden and came up to the pool. She wore a long gauzy white dress and, plainly, nothing underneath. Smiling directly into the camera, the girl pulled the sash that held her dress and it fell in a puddle of cloth at her feet.
"My God, she's naked ... on television?"
"That's not television, honey ... at least not ordinary television. It's a movie. Actually a cassette of one on videotape that can be played through your home TV."
"Oh?" Ginny said, and returned her eyes to the screen.
The girl stood at the edge of the pool doing some kind of weird exercises. And everything she did showed off her body to its best advantage, including her well-turned ass, her lightly covered pussy, and her upturned, small white tits.
Then a man appeared on the screen. Ginny could only see his back. He was tall with a supple body and rippling muscles. The camera zoomed in as the man turned. It centered on his hips and his cock. And what a cock ... it was huge, fully erect, and throbbing.
The girl's face came back into the frame. It was a young, innocent face, smiling. She took the cock and ran it around her cheeks, her throat and her lips.
Then she closed her mouth over the head of it and began to suck. Slowly the cock went into the opening of her lips and Ginny saw her throat swell as the head went all the way into her face until the balls were against her chin. Then it came out again-long, hard, and dripping with the girl's saliva.
"Jesus!" Ginny exclaimed. "How the hell can she get all that down her throat?"
"You just did?" Ted replied, laughing.
"What?" Then she realized who the man on the tiny screen was. At the same time the camera drew back and she saw Ted's face, his eyes closed, his head thrown back in passion as the young girl sucked his cock.
"My God, it is you. Who took the pictures?"
"It's not a picture. I told you ... it's a movie."
"I don't understand," Ginny said.
"Shhhh," he said, putting a finger to her lips. "Just watch. I'll explain in a minute."
Ginny watched and felt her pussy tingle as the action in front of her got hotter and hotter.
She got a second jolt; a third person came into view of the camera, a woman. And she was quite a woman-tall, with cascading red hair and jutting tits that made Ginny's look tiny. The redhead wore a thin blue blouse over her huge tits and matching pair of see-through pajama bottoms. The panties hugged her wide hips and the bulging mound of her cunt.
She wore a lot more make-up than the younger girl and was obviously more mature and sensual.
"Talk about a lot of woman," Ginny breathed.
"She's the producer of the film. Her name's Rusty," Ted said.
"Do you fuck her?" Ginny said, fascinated with the scene unfolding in front of her.
"You'll see."
"Sexy, sexy, sexy," Ginny said, already envious of Rusty's enormous tits. The woman's slim waist and flaring hips accentuated them even more. Through the material Ginny could see that the woman's brown nipples were already stiff with excitement.
Ginny had never seen such a film before. The whole thing was so new and erotically suggestive that she couldn't resist sneaking her hand down to her crotch and lightly playing with her still hot pussy.
She looked out of the comer of her eye at Ted's naked body, and realized that she needn't have sneaked. His cock was already getting rock-hard again under the fisting of his own hand. His eyes were glued to the screen.
The redhead's nipples lengthened even further as Ted's fingers toyed with them under the material. He stepped closer to her big, lush body and she met the tip of his hard cock with her cunt.
His arm slid around her waist, his prick slid between her generous thighs, and his bare chest mashed against her tremendous knockers. They moved together, slowly, sensually. Rusty shuddered, curving her big tits firmly into him, breathing against his throat.
"Damn!" Ginny whispered, "hurry up and fuck her!"
Beside her on the bed, Ted laughed and continued to fist his cock.
The Ted on the screen used his strong hands to shred the panties and top from Rusty's body. Both of his arms gripped her waist. He withdrew and then came forward, aiming the thick shaft of his rod towards the center of her thick beaver.
Rusty's thighs opened wide as she swung her cunt up to meet his thrust. His prick cleaved the gaping folds of her pussy like they were hot butter and he was inside her to the root of his huge hunk of meat.
The redhead seized Ted around the neck. Her legs spread as he hunched his meat into her cunt. She returned the fuck by bucking her pelvis over his cock. Her big tits jiggled and slapped together on her chest.
It was obvious to Ginny that this woman named Rusty was either a very good actress or she did indeed have a storehouse of passion that was coming very close to explosion. Ginny fingered her own clit and fleetingly wished that she were there, on the screen, getting Ted's cock humped into her with the knowledge that thousands of people would see it.
Then when it looked as though Rusty was about to come, Ted lifted her easily into the air and, with his cock still inside her cunt, carried her to the lawn. He laid her gently on her back and started driving his cock into her harder than before.
Ginny had completely forgotten the young, black-haired teenager that had been in the beginning of the film. But suddenly she reappeared and stepped over Rusty's head. The young girl smiled down at the redhead and squatted a little. At the same time she pulled her pussy wide open with her fingers.
Rusty smiled back at her, ran her tongue in and out of her red lips, and nodded. The teenager slowly descended until her wet pussy was tickling Rusty's nose.
The girl was squatting, facing Ted as he fucked Rusty, who lay under both of them. Without missing a stroke of his driving cock in the auburn pussy, he lifted his head and started sucking on the girl's tits.
On down went her pussy, with Rusty's head coming up to meet it. The redhead's tongue stroked deliciously into the teenager's pussy. Then all the girl's weight lowered at once, covering the redhead's face with her ass and cunt. Rusty's tongue was stabbing into the hot, wet hole.
"You ever make it with another chick, Ginny?" Ted asked.
"No," Ginny said, suddenly realized that fingering her own pussy was silly when his big cock was right there, and hard again. All she had to do was roll over and she could have for real the same thing Rusty was getting in the movie.
Ginny rolled onto her side facing the TV screen, with her ass in the curve of Ted's lap.
"Fuck me again. Stick your cock into my cunt from behind and pour another load into my pussy while I watch you come up there."
He obliged willingly. With one hand he raised her leg and slid his body in close to her. His cock was right at the entrance. She lurched back with her ass, and the big head split her cunt-lips. Ted did the rest with one smooth lunge.
Inch after inch of rock-hard dick disappeared up into Ginny's box, and she loved every second of it because it made her just that much more excited, that much more eager to go as far as his cock would take her, while at the same time she could look at the screen and enjoy with the big red-headed woman the exquisite joys Ted's talented cock could give.
Her tits swung from side to side as Ted withdrew his cock and then started fucking her. He held onto her hips and used long, slow strokes that were designed to make her get higher and higher with lust every time he entered her..
"Baby, you do like cock, don't you," he murmured.
"I love it ... I love it," she panted, divorcing herself from everything except the sight in front of her and the feeling within her.
He laughed and picked up the tempo as her ass returned the fucking. He used his whole body weight, from the hips down, to pierce her pussy with his long, thick cock.
She panted faster and faster as she felt his balls slap up against her ass. She began to squirm, making her flesh stretch. Her whole body was filled with pleasure, but she wanted more, much more.
"Harder, harder!" she demanded.
He obeyed, stabbing into her cunt as hard and as fast as he could, his body bouncing off hers. He reached around and grabbed one of her tits, squeezing the nipple as hard as he could while he continued his maniacally fast pace.
"Come, baby! Come, come!"
"Soon ... soon," Ginny whispered, thoroughly fascinated with the perverseness of the whole crazy situation.
Rusty was now going wild on the screen. She was actually lifting the young brunette up and down with only her head as she attacked her pussy with the ferocity of an animal. Ted was having trouble staying seated between her thighs as her ass bucked up in a wild pace against him.
It was obvious from the look on the young girl's face that she was about, to come. She took Ted's face and buried it, as much as she could, between her small tits. She squeezed them over his cheeks and rubbed her perspiration on his face.
Before her, Ted's pace became frantic as he drove the full length of his commanding tool in and out of Rusty's equally demanding cunt. Behind her, on the bed, the tempo had picked up in the same way.
Relief washed over Ginny's body as she felt her own come start again. She hunched backward into him, matching the thrusts of his cock, blow for blow. His magnificent rod was giving her what she wanted and needed-a feeling of comfort, security. It was the kind of affirmation of womanhood that a good cock will always produce in a good woman.
"Can you come again?" she asked.
"Yes...." he panted. "I'm almost there right now."
Ginny reached down between her legs and caressed his balls, knowing that what they contained would soon be hers.
On the screen, Ted switched his mouth from the young girl's nipples to her lips. He darted his tongue into her mouth and sucked on hers. The girl responded enthusiastically, holding his head tightly, mashing her open mouth against his. She was going wild. She was coming on Rusty's tongue down below while Rusty came on Ted's cock.
Then Ted was on his feet, standing over both girls. His hand was on his cock, jerking it back and forth as fast as he could.
From the bed, Ginny screamed when she saw the huge load of white, thick cum shoot from the end of his prick. It splashed on the brunette's tits, her face, and her belly. He lowered the direction of his cock and the second stream shot straight down to land on Rusty's huge white knockers.
Cum stained the redhead's huge nipples and immediately her hands came up to rub it all over her tits. They continued to jiggle back and forth, gleaming with his jizz in the sunlight.
Then the screen went white and Ginny went wild. The sheer lewdness of what she had seen turned her body into a seething mass of sexual perversity.
She pulled away, off of, Ted's cock, and scrambled until she was beneath him. She practically sucked the full length of his cock back into her pussy.
"Fuck me off now," she sighed. "Jesus ... that was beautiful ... seeing you come all over them like that. Make me come again!"
Their bodies slapped together; the tension began to mount again inside Ginny in a line that ran from between her tits, down her stomach to her pussy. Her pussy was screaming for relief.
She squirmed and bucked, writhing around frantically, trying to reach for her orgasm. Ted fucked her with long, hard strokes, his ass going up and down rhythmically as he buried his prick into her cunt up to its hairy hilt on every stroke.
Ginny threw her head from side to side, her hair flying, covering her face. She gasped for air as she suddenly felt the changes coming within her body. Then she released herself to her climax and shot skyward, reveling in the ecstasy of the moment.
Juice spasmed from the inner recesses of her pussy. She came and came. The movie had done its work, done it well. She was totally turned on, more than ever before. Her come didn't stop; it just went on and on.
How good it felt. How sweet it was. How lucky she was to be a woman, she thought joyously, so she could experience such things.
"Ohhhh, that's so beautiful," she panted.
"I could fuck you all night," Ted said.
But Ginny wasn't interested in the night. The come which had now begun to ooze from between her quivering cunt-lips was occupying her mind totally. She spasmed again, covering the head of his driving cock with rich, thick juice.
She grabbed his ass and pulled him harder into her. The series of collisions almost knocked the breath out of her. Her tits shook violently as her mind entered that hazy realm that climaxes always produced for her.
Ted slowed just a little. He was breathing hard and fast, his come almost upon him. He rolled her onto her side and fucked her in long, smooth strokes as her come continued.
Ginny put her upper leg across his thigh and pressed her tits into his chest. "Take it," she crooned. "Take my pussy ... take it all!"
He played with her magnificent melons, kneading and rubbing them gently as he pounded his enormous hunk of meat into her cunt. Ginny reached around and cupped his balls, trying to make him come.
"Come in me, come in me," she whispered in his ear.
With a rending cry of animal lust, Ted sent a stream of burning cum up into her seething pussy. His balls spat again and again. Ginny threw herself against his body frantically when she felt the hot jizz hit her. The excitement of having his juice mingling with hers deep in the recesses of her cunt was more than enough to make her have another orgasm.
Ted slowed his pace until he finally came to a halt. He was totally spent and lay still, letting his cock shrink until it was soft and useless. Then he pulled back, rolled over onto his back, and closed his eyes. Ginny snuggled against his shoulder, one of her tits touching his side.
She gloried in the satisfaction her body gave her. It was almost an escape from the real world into a better one, the kind that idealists dream of and realists scoff at.
Occasionally she would involuntarily shudder as her cunt unexpectedly quivered. The pool of cum which had formed between her legs gradually seeped out and Ted began to stir, stretching upward and flexing his muscles.
Ginny liked his body and the way he used it. In a way, she thought, it was a shame that nothing could ever come of their relationship. However, good cock, just like good pussy, could always be found; it was all in knowing how to look for it.
This, Ginny had decided.
* * *
They slept for a couple of hours and then she managed to crawl from the bed and into the shower. When that was finished, she returned to the bedroom and dressed.
"Hi," Ted said from the bed, one eye blinking open.
"Hi yourself," she said, patting her hair into place.
"You're not going."
"Of course I'm going," Ginny replied. "Do you think I want you to compromise me? Remember, I'm still a very proper young lady, no matter how much I like to fuck."
He laughed as she leaned over and kissed him gently on the lips. But then the laugh turned into a tight-lipped grin. "You haven't forgotten our little deal, have you?"
"Oh, yes," she replied. She went to her pocketbook, withdrew her checkbook, and scribbled a check. She returned to the bed and handed it to him. "I would like a repeat performance, by the way."
"Name it," he said, placing the check on the bedside stand.
"Tonight."
"You got a deal," he said.
"Do you want it in advance?" she said, waving her checkbook.
"Nope ... you lucked out."
"How's that?" Ginny asked.
"Today is Sunday," he said, gesturing towards the window. "Can't you see the sun coming up?"
"So?"
"So, Sunday is my day off," he replied. "I fuck for fun. See you tonight."
CHAPTER FIVE
Ginny puttered around the apartment most of the afternoon and early evening, trying to keep her mind off the previous night and the one coming up.
It was impossible; sex in general, and Ted's cock in particular, was all she could think about. Her mind was still whirling and her body still aching. It was, for Ginny, a fantastic revelation of her independence from her former life. In the back of her mind it was also the revelation of a release from Roy's inhibitions.
It was three o'clock, two hours before she would even start getting ready. If she had to vegetate around the apartment for that length of time, she would go crazy. She decided to go down to the pool and let the sun and some exercise work it all out of her.
It was a gorgeous day, and a typical Sunday afternoon at the pool. About twenty men and women swam or clustered in little knots talking and drinking.
Flesh was abundant. Tits burst from the tops of string bikinis. There were well-turned, well-tanned thighs everywhere. There was no shortage of ample male cocks bulging in the front of tight swim trunks either, particularly when bodies rubbed against bodies at poolside.
The conversation was almost a frenzy in Ginny's ears as she found a chaise between two girls as uncovered and amply endowed as herself. "Is this taken?" she asked.
"Oh, no ... lie down," replied a buxom blonde girl about Ginny's age. "The view from here is great."
Ginny spread her towel and eased herself down. Because of Roy, she had rarely taken advantage of the recreation facilities of the apartment house. For that reason she knew none of the young people by name, and recognized only a few of the faces.
Now she suddenly realized what she had been missing. Laughter was all around her. People were meeting new people, making dates for that afternoon and future evenings, and subtly finding out who was beddable and who wasn't.
"I'm Kate Ramson ... four-twenty-one," said the girl beside Ginny.
"What? Oh," Ginny said, "Dayton's my name ... Virginia Dayton."
"Just move in?"
"Uh ... no" Ginny said, a little embarrassed to tell the truth. "I ... I've lived here for about a year and a half."
"Jesus," Kate laughed. "Where have you been?"
Emboldened by the girl's open friendliness and her blunt manner, Ginny matched her laughter. "Oh ... I've kind of been in a closet ... but I'm coming out fast!"
As she talked, Ginny studied the girl. Her tits were exposed down to just above the nipples. Her stomach narrowed, then flared out into rich, supple hips. Her pussy was a bulging V, and Ginny wondered if her pussy hairs were the same, color as the blonde mass on her head.
Her body was well-tanned and looked well cared-for. A tiny, heart-shaped locket hung from a gold chain around her neck and rested in the space between her tits. Occasionally she would crane her neck up and take a look around to see if anybody new or interesting had arrived on the scene.
"Not much action," Kate said. "At least, nothing new."
"Who's the young man on the diving board?" Ginny asked.
"You've got a good eye, honey," Kate said, giggling again. "His name is Bob. He's Grace's son. He's usually away at school, but he spends the holidays and a few weeks with his mother during the summer."
Ginny knew Grace. She was the apartment manager and she didn't think the woman was old enough to have a son Bob's age. She said so to Kate.
"Don't let that Adonis body and the looks fool you. He's just a kid ... sixteen, I think. But he's been studding up a storm for two years around here."
"You're kidding," Ginny said, her shock left over from her closet days.
"The hell I am. Bobby may be a kid," Kate said, "but he fucks like a Roman soldier. I had him most of the night last night."
Ginny's eyes grew wide with sudden undisguised interest as they returned to where the boy stood poised on the diving board. His body was beautiful, not as big as Ted's, but with the same wide-shoulders, narrow-hipped athletic conformation. The full bulge in the front of his trunks brought back the desire that Ginny had come to the pool to lose.
Gracefully he rose on the board and arched into a dive. At its peak he tucked his knees up to his chest and flipped over, entering the water head first at a perfect angle. He swam the length of the pool and hoisted himself out very near the two girls.
"Hi, Bobby," Kate said.
"Kate...." he replied, a wealth' of maturity in his voice.
"How do you feel?"
"Great," the boy said, smiling down at the blonde.
"I'm sore," Kate said, smiling back at him. Ginny's face got redder.
"That's the way it is with age," he said, his teeth gleaming.
"You shit," Kate laughed. "Want to come up for a beer later?"
"Sure," he replied, moving away. "Right now I think I'll hit the sauna."
Ginny watched him move away, his buttocks taut in the tight suit. All this, she thought, had been going on all the time right under her nose and she'd been missing it!
Her thoughts must have showed on her face. Kate laid a hand on her knee and spoke. "Go ahead."
"What?"
"Join him in the sauna," she said.
"You ... you mean ... just like that?" Ginny said.
"Honey, it's a coed sauna. And if you're nervous about it, the steam is so thick that you'll never even see each other!"
Should she? It was wild, crazy, daring. Her body was tingling and her nipples had already elongated at just the idea of doing something so different and, to her, perverse.
"Would you do it?" Ginny said, looking over at the other girl.
"I will do it," Kate said, "if you don't!"
* * *
Kate had been right; the steam was as thick as London fog in the sauna. From the brief light that passed around her just before she closed the door, Ginny made out the image of his body on one of the cushions.
Carefully she made her way towards him, her hips now and then brushing against the foam-rubber pads that covered all the benches. Then her knee hit something soft. She knew it was his leg.
"Excuse me," she said, leaving her knee where it was.
"S'all right," he said.
Her body jumped and her legs started quivering when his hand came up and rested on her hip. There seemed to be an instant sexual communication between them that needed no words. His hand slid around her hip and downward to lightly cover one of her ass-cheeks.
As if she had known him forever, Ginny rubbed her ass into his hand. Her own hands found his hip, where the hard bone jutted to the side of his belly.
This was insane, she thought, it was crazy. She had never even met this boy, didn't even know his last name.
But it didn't matter. Ginny knew she would soon be fucking him.
His hand went to the bottom of her suit and two fingers insinuated themselves under the elastic band. Then the two fingers were moving around to the front. Then they were there, buried in the already seething, pulpy mass of her beaver and cunt-lips.
Ginny groaned low in her throat and spread her legs. His fingers found the hole and eased effortlessly up into her hot channel. Electric shocks ran through her body as he screwed both fingers to the last knuckle up into her cunt.
Her hands took on a life of their own as they moved across his belly into the mat of pubic hair. His cock was only half-hard but thickening as she found it lying straight up along his belly.
He groaned slightly and humped upward with his hips when she wrapped her hand around his cock and used the other one to grasp and fondle his balls.
She fisted his sweaty cock and glided her hand slowly up and down the hardening shaft. Then she realized. "You took your suit off already!"
"You didn't," he said, his meaning clear.
She had gone too far to stop now. She grasped his wrist and gently pulled his fingers from her sobbing cunt. Then she unsnapped her bra and let it fall to the floor. Her panties quickly followed it.
His hand was waiting, as was his cock, when she stepped back to where he lay. The two fingers quickly found their way back up into her slit. She answered by grinding her cunt down over them.
"Use the top knuckle of your thumb on my clit," she groaned.
He obliged eagerly and her pussy rewarded them both with copious new flows of juice.
"You suck?" he asked.
Ginny didn't bother to answer. She leaned over in the darkness until the male smell of his cock and balls filled her nostrils. Her tits swayed back and forth beneath her, the nipples lightly teasing the hairs on his thighs. The hairs in turn teased her nipples into total hardness.
Ginny breathed heavily. The air in the room was stifling, but she didn't care. His cock was getting harder in anticipation of her mouth. Perspiration covered both their bodies like a slick sheen.
As she teased his balls, the tip of her tongue wormed its way into the tiny hole in the head of his cock. A drop of pre-cum shot into her mouth.
"Mmmmm, I love the way you taste," she cooed, actually meaning she loved the way a cock tasted. Any cock.
"Then, taste more," he said and groaned again.
She swirled her tongue around the head, loving the way the smooth skin felt. Her tongue traveled up and down the length of his prick before it finally stopped. She licked his balls all over and then she held the shaft by its base so she could trace a vein upward.
Opening her mouth, she took the head and held it there, her tongue active, before she finally began to bob her head up and down. Her lips squeezed the thickness of his cock and she used her teeth gently to nibble at the soft skin.
He began to breathe harder and faster as Ginny used all the tricks she knew. Her erected nipples grazed his thighs as her head went up and down. Her hands moved over his balls, not trying to milk them yet; that she would do later. For the time being she was content to merely keep them aware of her presence, and she did so by moving them up and down, then sideways. Her free hand rubbed his inner thighs, tickling the light fuzz. Then, to prolong the excitement, she took his cock out of her mouth and drew circles and short, straight lines with the tip of her tongue up and down his tender skin.
Then she concentrated on his pubic hairs, stabbing at random with the tip of her tongue. Sensing his growing impatience and excitement she replaced his cock in her mouth, bobbing her head up and down, but faster now.
Her hands rubbed his stomach, reaching as far upward as they could before they returned to his cock and balls. She wanted to taste his jizz, to swallow it, to feel it squirt into her mouth and she bobbed her head faster and faster, her nostrils flaring as the level of excitement in her body steadily climbed.
She scrunched her hand under his butt, her middle finger probing at the center of his asshole. While her head kept bobbing up and down, her finger gradually entered his shitter until it was fully buried. Then she began to search for a gland, a very sensitive gland.
Suddenly he pulled back from her and used his hands to lift her head from his cock. He had moved and she couldn't touch him with her hands.
"What's the matter?"
"I almost came," he said. She could almost hear a chuckle in his voice. "And I'd just as soon test your pussy."
It was all right with Ginny. Her cunt was on fire. Even through she hadn't seen his cock, it had felt beautiful in her hands and in her mouth. She knew it would be even better filling the aching void between her thighs.
She felt the hard knob of his prick nestle in her wet fur. She moved her hips until his cock was pressed against her cunt-lips, right at the opening of her twat. Her right arm coiled around his neck, her thick red lips opened. She shivered, her thighs pushed hard into his leg.
"Ohhh, God," she breathed, just before their mouths touched. He wiggled his tongue between her lips, her arm tightened around his neck, crushing a big tit against his chest. The hungry cling of her mouth, the soft firm luxury of her body, inflamed his need. His fingers coasted over the warm swell of her jug.
The nipple stood out at least a full inch; as he teased it, she shuddered wildly, her tongue livened in his mouth and she arched her tit snugly into his hand.
"Fuck me," Ginny groaned. "Drive your cock in clear up to my tits!"
"I don't know who you are," he sighed, "but you're one hot woman."
"Don't talk ... fuck!" Ginny hissed. "Give it to me!"
She felt the head lower and then his body moved upward onto hers. Again she remembered Kate's words as she felt his sweat-slick pole glide down into her waiting pussy. He was only sixteen, but he knew how to fuck a woman.
Down and in he went, the hard ridge along the top of his meat pressed like a fire brand of flaming flesh against her clit. His cock was thick and it spread her cunt wide.
"Yes ... oh, yes ... fuck me ... fuck me good!
Beautiful prick ... put it in me, put it in me!"
He set his thighs behind hers and ground the last inch of his cock into her fuck-channel. His pelvic bone ground into hers, bringing a groan of joy from her lips.
"Put your legs around me," he said, "and wiggle your slit over my cock."
"Ohhhh, Bobby," she panted, pushing her huge jugs out farther. "Please, kiss me ... hurry!
I ... ohhhh, please!"
She was coming off already. Swiftly he fastened his mouth to hers and dropped his right hand from her jutting tit to her crotch. Her wide lush hips curved out and up. He cupped the wet hot softness of her cunt, his cock driving in deep. Her tongue jabbed wildly in his mouth. A violent shudder ran along her body as she whimpered into his lips. Suddenly her mouth jerked away, her head tipped back, her face twisted, her hips lunged forward and he felt the furious pound of her orgasm on his pressing meat. Her quick, lusty upstrokes, the jiggle of her big, firm, brown-tipped tits, the shake of her heavy opened thighs, fired his lust.
When her orgasm was at a peak, he removed his hand from the top of her cunt and let his prick do all the work. He started jabbing in and out of her box in swift, pounding strokes that brought his pelvis in direct contact with her clitoris on every lunge.
The small room resounded with the slap, slap, slap of their flesh on flesh. He cut a deeper and deeper path into her belly through the clasping lips of her pussy. There was a wild thrill in the innermost depths of her cunt as he ground into her and shifted his weight savagely from side to side.
His hand dropped to the wet eagerness of her bouncing tits. The nipples fairly leaped into his mouth as her hips hunched upward, driving her hungry pussy over his pole. She felt her cunt and the tender lips of her pussy clench and tighten over the root of his driving cock.
He had barely started stroking in and out of her hole again when she felt the second rise of a climax pour blood into her already heated clit.
"Oh ... oh ... oh, yes! Stroke in and out ... like that ... do it faster ... faster!" she urged, tearing at his back with her nails. She felt her legs shake, her nipple stiffening in his mouth. Her head rolled back and forth, her mouth opened, contorted, as the blast of her come sent a new stream of juice pouring over his balls.
She wailed out her joy as she humped up against him. She raised her legs until her thighs pressed into her tits and her cunt gaped open for his cock.
"Fuck me! Ohhhh, fuck meeee!" she screamed as the churning of her cunt went on and on and on. Even her cunt-lips fluttered on his balls. Her heels dug in the mat and she up-fucked so swiftly that she almost bucked him off.
"I'm coming!" he shrieked, and drove the full length of his rod into her cunt and ground his bone against her clit.
The hot cum spurted from his knob deep into her vitals. She could feel every glob as it cascaded in pulsating beats from the end of his beautiful cock.
She shrieked even louder when she felt his climactic spasms and the gushing fuck-juice bathe her inner walls. Her own orgasm was totally liquid, as though she were under water, very slowly floating to the surface, until she was finally able to breathe again.
Between her legs, the sucking lips of her pussy milked his cock and drooled in rapturous climax. Within her, boiling cum blasted and filled her hole, jetting in one wondrous stream after another.
Her orgasm had been glorious.
With a sigh, he rolled to his side, her legs still around him, his cock still hard in her pussy.
"Can you go again?" Ginny asked, her voice coming from somewhere in the steamy room aside from her body.
"Yeah, sure," he replied, "in about a half-hour."
He was good, but not as good as Ted. And Ted was waiting for her.
She slipped her hips backward and heard the slurping, sucking sound as her pussy reluctantly released his prick. She leaned over until she found his lips with hers and kissed him tenderly.
"You're going to be quite a man," she said.
"Yeah," he laughed. "If I live that long around this joint. I never saw so many horny women! Are all the other guys around here gay or something?"
"I don't know," Ginny replied, slipping back into her suit and feeling the crotchband immediately fill with the mixture of their juices. "Ask me again in about two weeks."
CHAPTER SIX
An hour later, her lust not satiated at all by the fuck-session with young Bobby in the steam room, Ginny rang the bell of Ted's apartment. This time, unlike the last, her finger shook with urgency and anticipation rather than nervousness.
In the cab on the way from her own apartment, she had already rehearsed in her mind how she was going to attack him the moment she was in his arms.
She had bathed and dressed very carefully, accenting all the strategic places in her body with a musky perfume, under her earlobes, her wrists, between her tits, and on the inner surfaces of her thighs.
She was dressed in a flowery print blouse that was buttoned low enough to reveal the bulging thrust of her braless jugs. The slacks were skin-tight so they emphasized the crease between he ass-cheeks in the rear and the mound of her thick cunt-lips in front.
The door opened and Ginny automatically thrust herself through it. She suddenly found herself nipple to nipple with Rusty Hampton.
"Come on in ... You've got to be Ginny," Rusty said, letting her eyes roam appraisingly across Ginny's sleek, voluptuous body. "I'm Rusty. But then, I guess you already know that."
She closed the door behind Ginny and the girl's stomach did a little flip-flop as she nodded and walked the two steps down into the living room.
"Is Ted...?" Ginny hesitated, looking quickly around the apartment.
"He had a little business to take care of," Rusty said, moving close to Ginny and taking the light wrap from her arm.
"Oh," Ginny said. Her face said more and Rusty didn't miss it.
"Don't worry, sweetie," she said, chuckling. "It isn't business, really. Ted only plays on Sunday. He'll be more than ready for you when he gets here."
Ginny's face flushed. Ted had evidently told the woman all about her. He had also mentioned that he had shown Ginny the tape of the movie. She decided to be as brazen as Rusty.
"Good," she said, smiling. "I've been almost two hours without any."
Rusty threw back her head and erupted with laughter. "Touche! Good for you, Ginny. I was just having a margarita. Join me?"
"Sure," Ginny nodded, and spread herself comfortably on one end of the huge sofa.
Rusty moved to the bar as Ginny's eyes followed her. She walked with coltish, long-legged strides that made every part of her big body move. Ginny appraised the woman's sex appeal in clothes almost as high as she had when she had seen her in the movie, nude.
Her majestic knockers were encased in a clinging gown that was all lace from the waist up. She wore no bra and her nipples were prominently dark and huge where they gleamed through the lace. Her shoulders were mannish, yet softened by the luxuriant auburn hair that tumbled over them, nearly down to the twin globes of her tits. The floor-length gown clung to her waist and thighs, accentuating their firm fullness.
All in all, thought Ginny, she was quite a woman to look at and, from what she had seen in the movie, quite a woman to fuck. She wondered what she was doing there on that particular Sunday afternoon and if her presence would affect what Ginny had been looking forward to all day with Ted.
She was soon to find out.
"Here you go, honey," Rusty said, handing her the drink and sliding into the sofa beside her. The gown split in such a way that Ginny could see all the way up to the smooth flesh of her thighs and even make out the curling pattern of her reddish pussy hair at the V of her thighs.
She averted her eyes and accepted the drink. "Cheers," she said.
"To sex," Rusty replied, clinking her glass against Ginny's. "And all it can do for a girl." Ginny took a one-beat pause and then clinked her own glass lightly against Rusty's. "To sex ... and all it can do for everybody."
"And Ted said you were a little shy," Rusty smiled.
Both girls drank, eyeing each other over the rims of their respective glasses. The silence became like lead between them. Then Rusty carelessly moved one of her hands up to a tit. She squeezed it gently until it slipped outward in a huge conical globe, thrusting her elongated nipple against the lace.
"Ted said you were great in bed."
"So was he."
"Have you ever made it with another chick?" There it was, right to the point. Ginny's eyes fluttered. Yes, she thought, in her mind she had even done that. Living with Roy had brought it on.
"No," Ginny replied, and then added, "but I've thought about it. Are you a lesbian?"
"No," Rusty said. "I just love sex, every way it comes. I kind of think you do, too."
"Maybe," Ginny said. She knew she was being turned on in a subtle way, and she was enjoying it. "Who was the other girl in the film-the young brunette?" '
"Oh, that was my daughter, Terry," Rusty said, without batting an eye.
Ginny sprayed a sip of margarita and then said, J
"Jesus."
"What the hell," Rusty said. "Why waste all those teenage years like you and I did. If it's fun, why not do it?"
"But you were making it with your own daughter," Ginny said.
"Well, at least I won't get her pregnant," Rusty replied and laughed. "Let me tell you a story. I've always needed a lot of sex. I guess that's why I went through three husbands so fast. They couldn't provide enough of it. And even most of the men I picked up couldn't give me enough.
"One night I was in a bar and I met this girl. She said most of the guys in the joint were either repulsive or taken. I agreed. She said that there were a couple of real swingers back at her apartment. I went.
"Well, my darling, there was no one back at her apartment but her. After she had sucked me through about the sixth wild orgasm, we talked.
"She asked me if I liked sex well enough to get paid for it. Of course, the first thing I thought of was prostitution. I said no way. I'd known hookers and I knew that the first thing that goes to hell is their sex lives. That wasn't for me.
"The girl said it was something else. All I had to do was make love to her, just the way we had, only in front of a couple of cameras. And for that I'd get a thousand dollars.
"I did it the first time and then again with a guy. From then on it was easy. I quit my husband, a fifty-dollar-a-week lousy job, dumped my boy friend, and got rich. Now I live like I want to live, and have who I want to have, when I want to have them."
She paused and drained her glass. Ginny took a deep breath and shook her head.
"You wouldn't be suggesting...?"
"Just hinting," Rusty said. "But not, of course, until you've tried the same thing and know what I mean."
Rusty set her glass down and reached out towards Ginny. She ran her soft hand up and down the girl's thigh. Ginny shivered beneath the thin material. She had thought about sex with another woman, true, but she had never entertained the thought of actually doing it.
But....
Rusty was openly shivering with anticipation as her eyes skillfully took in Ginny's softly curved figure, her high firm tits, her delicately molded hips and buttocks.
"A new girl," Rusty said, her voice low and husky with sex, "is always fascinating. Just like a new man. There's always a unique fragrance to each sweet source of sexual pleasure. Especially the first time."
Her voice and her hands were hypnotizing Ginny. She felt the ripples of sexual tension thrill through her body.
As practiced as she was rapidly becoming about sex, she had never thought she would ever run into such an expert as Rusty. She had a feeling that the woman turned sex into a circus. But then, maybe it was better. Wasn't that what Ginny was out for? There were no ties, no hang-ups, just sex for sex's sake, all for pleasure.
There was no doubt about it. Ginny could already feel the moistness in her panties. She wiggled closer to the redhead until Rusty's hand was fondling her crotch.
The green eyes flashed with excitement. She slid her arms around Ginny. Her tongue darted from her red Ups towards Ginny's. Her mouth brushed into her opened lips. A soft, warm tongue squirmed deliciously between Ginny's teeth.
She gave in. She softened, her body a sudden mass of sexual desire. It didn't matter at that moment if it was a man or a woman. She just wanted sex, and lots of 'it. Her clit hardened and lengthened as her arms slid around Rusty's neck.
"You're beautiful," Rusty said. "I'm like a cow next to you."
"It doesn't matter," Ginny said. "Take my clothes off."
Rusty slowly and carefully removed Ginny's clothes. As each garment fell away, the skin beneath was ravaged with tender touches and kisses.
Then she heard the zipper on Rusty's gown and opened her eyes. The woman had a stupendous body. As it molded over her own, pussy to pussy, and tit to tit, Ginny accepted the total sex it had to offer.
Come, I just want to come, Ginny told herself, arching her hips forward and grinding the mat of her pussy against the hard bone of Rusty's mound.
The more sex I get, the more I want. I don't care how many girls she's fucked. It's all the better. She knows how to do it, how to turn me on.
The hot, stabbing tongue retreated from her mouth. Then Rusty was whispering into Ginny's opened lips.
"Let's go into the bedroom. I want to do this right, and I want it to last."
Ginny nodded.
Rusty's weight lifted from her body and the woman gave her seething pussy a final squeeze as she stood up. The beautiful redhead moved around the sofa and wiggled her way to the bedroom door. She stopped and turned. Her left eye winked and the tip of her tongue darted out and touched the end of her nose.
"Well?" she said.
Then she turned and disappeared into the bedroom. Ginny stood and had to lean against the edge of the sofa. "My God," she whispered aloud. Her nipples were rock-hard and throbbing, and her clitoris ached for more of Rusty's expert touches.
She staggered into the bedroom. Rusty was lying spread-eagled on the bed. The gaping slit of her cunt glistened pinkly with her own juices. She raised her arms in an invitation to Ginny.
"Come to me, baby," she whispered. "We're going to come so beautifully together."
Ginny was on the bed and in the woman's arms in seconds. When her cunt pressed against Rusty's, she could feel its juiced and swollen condition, with the clit already pushing from its silky folds at the top of her slit.
She sank down at Rusty's left; the redhead's right hand snaked between her thighs and curled into the sweetly moistened pussy. Ginny shuddered and lifted her hips to meet the probing fingers.
"Sweet pussy, my baby, sweet pussy," Rusty crooned. "I'm gonna love it like it's never been loved before."
"You ... you're driving me crazy. You know just where to touch me!" Ginny cried, almost gagging the words. Desire filled her chest.
Their mouths clung together, their tongue lashed and coiled around one another. Any inhibitions about girl-to-girl sex that Ginny might have had disappeared with the rising tide of sexual need in her pussy.
It became just another way of sex and Ginny reveled in it. It was warm, girl softness, with hungry lips searching for hungry lips and seething, stinging cunts pressed tightly together.
Ginny fondled the other woman's huge, melon-like tits while Rusty ran exploring fingers up and down her mice-soaked gash. Her clit responded even more and throbbed with need against the tips of Rusty's expert fingers.
Slowly the redhead eased her body atop Ginny's and spread the smaller girl's legs wide. The hand came away from Ginny's cunt as her heavy hips came down, down between the splayed thighs.
As their raging, hot cunts met and squirmed together, Rusty breathed into Ginny's ear. "Hunch up to me, honey. I'm going to give you a nice, slow, steady fuck."
"I ... I don't understand," Ginny said.
"You will," Rusty replied, her breathing coming in heavy gasps now. "When the lips spread way out, our clits can come together. Then we can hump against each other. Believe me, it'll be the greatest come of your life."
"Yes ... yes," Ginny murmured, a mist suddenly coming over her eyes. She pressed her tits against Rusty's soft pillow-like jugs and started rubbing. "I can feel it ... Jesus, I can feel your clit like the head of a cock against mine."
Ginny felt the hard little dagger of Rusty's clit boring against her own. The warm, splayed cunt-lips rubbed and rolled together, driving them both to extreme pleasure.
She tipped her cunt higher, clutching Rusty's abundant ass-cheeks in her hands, drawing the redhead harder against her. When they were solid together, she used her flattering fingers to stroke along the woman's waist and hunching hips.
Rusty's head came down to Ginny's tits. Ginny watched a dark stiff nipple slide sweetly into her sucking lips. Their clits began to touch and stab, the heated cling of cunt on cunt soared Ginny's need, the sugary thrills chased along her opened thighs. Her titties arched higher.
Rusty's mouth roved from one tender nipple to the other, as she hunched in a slow rhythm. Her shivers of pleasure fed Ginny's hunger. They were building toward a beautiful crest of delightful ecstasy.
"Oh ... oh, oh," Ginny moaned, her Ups quivering, her whole body vibrating.
"What's the matter, baby?" Rusty panted. "What is it?"
"I'm coming ... Oh, Rusty, Rusty, I'm coming!"
" "Hold it, honey. Can't you hold it a little bit longer?"
"No ... NO! Oh, Shit, it's like a fucking dam breaking loose in my pussy! I'm coming!"
Ginny was panting, squealing, on fire with the lust of the moment. Perspiration glistened over her entire body as the blood gorged her clit and mashed it against Rusty's humping pelvis.
She broke the measured rhythm they had had between them and hunched upward furiously. The bed shook beneath them. The pleasurable surges of climax tingled through her spread thighs, making them quiver like jelly around Rusty's fucking hips.
She bucked her clit into Rusty's juice-slick pussy. Ginny shuddered, her face contorted with passion: She arched her body clear off the bed as she ground herself into the cadence of fucking now stepped up by Rusty.
Their cunts and bellies slapped together as Rusty felt the younger girl's explosion rack the body beneath her. She drove her own clitoris into the girl's with all the power and weight in her hips and ass.
Then Ginny peaked and screamed out and through her come. Her cunt poured' forth juices that ran down the crack of her own ass and exploded with such force that they seemed to shoot right into Rusty's pussy.
They hunched and squirmed together, mouth to mouth, and tit to tit, until Ginny collapsed back onto the bed like a rag doll.
The dreamy slide of Rusty's cozy sweet tongue in her mouth sucked the last little quivers from Ginny's twitching cunt. She softened, her legs dropped, and she rested in a glut of sensual relief, breathing her joy into Rusty's soft, clinging lips.
Ginny lifted her mouth. "Oh, God, talk about fun!"
"It gets better every time," Rusty sighed, caressing the girl's smooth slender waist and hips.
Then she rolled off Ginny's body onto her back. Both women were breathing heavily with their arms thrown over closed eyes. Ginny could feel the bed continue to jiggle as Rusty's hips worked up and down beside her.
"You didn't make it, did you?" Ginny said.
"No .. " Rusty replied. "But it's all right ... I will."
"You bet your sweet ass you will."
They both sat up at once, their eyes snapping open. Ted stood at the foot of the bed, stark naked, his huge cock hard and bobbing in front of his hairy groin.
"How long have you been there?" Ginny asked.
"Quite a while," Rusty said, "from the look of his hard-on."
"I got here about halfway through, I'd say," Ted replied, grinning.
"Is that thing doing anything for the next half-hour?" Rusty said.
"I figured you'd come up with something," Ted replied.
"I already have. Feeling lazy?" Rusty said.
"Maybe. You want to get on top of me, like you did Ginny, and play man again?" He had moved to the bed and his hand was resting on Rusty's crotch, rubbing the slit with his fingers, making her hotter and more anxious to fuck as he spoke.
"You mean me on top ... a man! Honey, a man I'll never be when something like this is around," Rusty smiled, clutching his rigid prick with both her hands.
Ginny watched them and listened to the light banter of their conversation. They were so easy about it.-They were about to fuck with no more prelude than taking a bath. But then, why not? she thought. Rusty had gotten hotter than a firecracker fucking her and hadn't gotten off. Ted had gotten a hard-on watching them. They were both hot and ready, so wasn't fucking each other the next logical thing?
"You want me to go into the living room?" Ginny asked.
"What?" Rusty said. "Are you crazy?"
"Well, I mean ... if you two...."
"Honey," Rusty said, while both she and Ted laughed, "we two, yes ... but you three ... also!"
"You mean a threesome ... all three of us at the same time ... together?"
"That what she means, Ginny," Ted said, giving the redhead's cunt-lips a little pinch as the big woman sat up and squatted over him. "Just as soon as you're ready to join in again."
"Where did you find this sweet, young thing, Teddy?" Rusty asked. "In a convent?"
"She found me," Ted replied. "Aren't you glad?"
"Oh, yes," Rusty laughed, and placed the head of his cock at the gaping entrance of her pussy. "Here we go, lover!"
Slowly the woman lowered her voluptuous body down on his massive rod. Ginny watched as inch after inch of Ted's magnificent hunk of meat passed up into the darkness between Rusty's thighs, filling her cunt and bringing moans of joy to her lips. The cock went all the way up in her hole, spreading the pulpy lips and filling the cavity that already drained juices down onto Ted's pubic hairs.
Ginny could see total bliss and rapture capturing Rusty's face. She was fascinated but, once again, she didn't totally understand.
"You can fuck Ted just like you fucked me?" Ginny asked. "I mean, you can get the same thing, or as much from a man, as you do from a woman?"
"You didn't pay attention to what I told you before, honey," Rusty said, slowly moving Ted's cock around inside her cunt and groaning out her words.
"What?"
"Sex, honey, it's all sex. And, really, pussy's good, but cock's better...." Then she shrugged.
"Sometimes."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Ginny just nodded. Now she was understanding completely. She lay back, smiling, to enjoy what she was about to watch. She let her own hand trail down to her pussy and made two fingers curl under the hard bone of her pelvis and into the seething mass of her pulpy cunt.
Ted lay quietly, not moving as Rusty took her pleasure on the full length of his cock. She spread her thighs to their fullest over him and sucked in her breath sharply as their pubic hairs met and mashed together.
"Jesus," she panted, "it feels like it's halfway up my stomach!"
"It is," Ted said, smiling and ramming up against her.
Rusty moved her crotch in slow circles, causing the head of Ted's prick to rub up inside her pussy.
He reached up and cupped her tits, pushing backward as Rusty lifted her ass up and leaned forward, giving him enough room to fuck her.
He moved his prick in and out of her cunt easily, his rhythm smooth and relaxed. Rusty closed her eyes and leaned forward even farther, concentrating totally on the way his cock was making her feel. Her open mouth sucked in air as the tension began to build up once more.
The slight depression under her tits blended into her hard, flat stomach. The sensuous, hairy V into which Ted's cock now penetrated spawned two spread thighs, the muscles hard and straight. He took his hands off her jugs so he could watch them shake and sway as he fucked her. Low moans escaped from deep in her throat as he increased his speed, spearing upward, slapping his crotch into hers. Rusty's pussy felt like a warm, wet, tight glove as she manipulated her cunt muscles, alternately squeezing his prick, then relaxing, then squeezing again.
In spite of the room's air conditioning, Ginny could see tiny drops of new perspiration running off the hard nipples at the ends of Rusty's gigantic, swaying knockers. Rusty fucked well. She obviously knew all the little tricks that would bring complete sexual pleasure to both herself and her partner. Like moving her pelvis forward and then backward so that Ted's angle of penetration changed slightly.
Ted pinched her nipples, flooding her tits with pleasure. Then he moved his hand up and sucked on one of them, devouring the nipple, licking it, biting it, doing everything to it that she obviously liked. She grabbed his head and crushed it into her tit as he opened his mouth and took as much of it in as he could, at the same time picking up his tempo slightly, banging his crotch bone off hers only to slam into her again.
He lay back down, holding onto her hips, right where the crease was made, those two lines that led directly to the hot little pussy that was aching for its come.
Ginny looked between Rusty's legs and watched as his juice-covered cock went in and out of her cunt-hole, rubbing up against her clit. He rhythmically stroked her, breathing hard, his stomach muscles tight.
"Harder, make me come," she panted.
Her body was like a well-tuned instrument that Ted knew how to play very well. He put on a savage burst of speed, slapping his cock in and out of her. Rusty shot skyward, filled with intense excitement. It catapulted her to where her climax was waiting for her. She embraced it as Ted kept on tattooing her cunt with his cock, his jaw muscles bulging, his whole body concentrating on what he was doing.
Rusty banged downward, furiously fucking with him. She reached the peak of her orgasm, a come flooding her pussy and racking her body with orgiastic tremors that left her feeling weak and lightheaded. She overflowed, hot, sticky drops oozing out from between her cunt-lips and splashing down onto Ted's loins.
Rusty gritted her teeth and squeezed his cock as hard as she could with her cunt muscles. Her eyes looked dazed and glassy. Her whole body was hot and wet. Pleasure ran wild, causing Rusty to react like the hot bitch she was.
She leaned down and crushed her open mouth against his, sucking hungrily on his tongue as he slowed his pace. The tightness of her pussy was in no way diminished by the presence of cum, which washed over his cock, bathing it in thick, wet warmth.
Then she bit her lip and sat up. Ted cuffed her lightly as sharp pain enveloped his mouth.
"Bitch," he snapped.
Rusty sat down on him and he stopped fucking her. "Yes, that's exactly what I am," she said proudly. "I'm a nasty little bitch with a pussy that loves to have your cock in it, and you made me that way, and I love it."
"You were just born with a hot pussy, that's all," Ted said as he started to knead her tits.
"It wasn't that hot before I met you. Mmmm ... that feels so good, baby."
"It's going to feel a lot better, honey," Ted said, pulling his cock out of her cunt. "Sit on the edge of the chair."
"We're forgetting our little friend," Rusty said, nodding towards Ginny.
"It's all right," Ginny said, laughing. "You two just go right ahead. Believe me, I'm having a ball just watching! Just call it a graduate course in sex, with two fantastic teachers!"
Rusty was on the edge of a chair by the bed. She had some difficulty balancing herself until Ted slid between her spread thighs.
"Give it to me, lover. Stick your prick up me," Rusty commanded, grabbing his shoulders with her hands and pulling him into her.
"Wrap your legs around me," he said, breathing hard.
Rusty did as she was told and Ted held her ass as he started fucking her. Her head hung backward as though she were studying something on the ceiling, the tendons in her neck standing out. Ginny watched with increasing interest, finger-fucking herself.
"I love your cock, Ted honey," Rusty breathed, "but I feel guilty taking all of it."
"Just think of it as a warm-up for me," Ginny volunteered from her lounging position on the bed. She was thoroughly caught up in the idea of having a threesome now. Her fingers worked in a blur as she drove them in and out of her slit and watched the two magnificent human animals go at each other in the chair.
Rusty suddenly climaxed, her fingernails biting into Ted's forearms as she held onto him. She was getting one of the best fucks of her life and she knew it. Her whole body flooded with sperm. Ted's ass swung back and forth. It was so visually exciting for Ginny that she had her whole fist up her own cunt, frantically pumping it back and forth, trying to find release.
Every time Ted's prick penetrated up into the far recesses of Rusty's cunt, Ginny could see the subtle changes in Rusty's eyes, those changes whose effect was a tremendous orgasm.
Rusty wrapped her arms around him and stood up. The prick inside her felt like it was splitting her in two. She stood up on tiptoe and mashed her mouth against his, her nostrils flaring. She swayed her ass from side to side before she broke away, sitting down in the chair, her legs stretched out.
"I love the way you fuck, darling," Rusty said, panting.
"Ted, come here ... please," Ginny said.
He moved over and stood by the bed in front of Ginny. He knew full well what she wanted him for.
She bent her head to his prick. It glistened with his own sperm and the musky, sweet juices from Rusty's cunt. She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, cleaning it off. Her hands rested on his hips as she ran the flat of her tongue up and down his shaft, tasting his cum, thrilling herself. When his prick was finally clean, she leaned back on the bed, her tits rising and falling heavily on her chest as she tried to catch her breath.
"Well?" she said. "You could do it twice in a row last night."
"You're growing up fast, little one," he said, and moved farther up the side of the bed.
He held his cock in his hand and ran the head across her lips. When she playfully nibbled at it, he immediately stepped back. Then he did the same thing all over again. Ginny's tongue came out and licked the head, her hands feeling and rubbing his balls at the same time.
Ted held her head between his hands and pushed his cock into her mouth. She felt the swollen knob nudged against the back of her throat. Then he proceeded to give her a hard, fast, mouth-fucking, sticking his prick almost down to her belly.
Ginny's jaw muscles strained as she accommodated the thickness of his prick. Rusty watched with growing interest. It was true that Ted had fucked the shit out of her, but now she felt an exciting resurgence of energy and desire.
Ginny felt the long, thick cock which Ted continued to slap in and out of her mouth. He held her head so tightly that it was impossible for her to move it. She ran her hands up and down his thighs.
Rusty went over and got down on the floor so she could start finger-fucking Ginny. Ginny immediately began to whimper and squirm, the combination of cock and fingers exciting her to an early climax. Rusty's fingers were busy inside her pussy, poking and probing.
Tiny spasms shook Ginny's body as she started coming, encouraging Rusty to slam her fingers in and out of her fuck-hole as hard and as fast as she could.
"I'll take her now," Ted said, pushing Rusty away.
He stepped back, shoved down hard onto the bed and had his cock inside her cunt before she even had time to raise her legs. He went to work on her right away, his pace fast and hard. He raised himself up so he could change his angle of penetration. Ginny wrapped her legs around his waist and banged upward with her pussy as he slammed downward.
The effect was mind-blowing. Rusty's hands were running all over her body, touching her wherever she could. Ginny squirmed, her excitement and pleasure intense, almost more than she could bear. Ted poured it on, his ass swinging backward and forward like a pendulum gone wild.
It-was a whole new world for Ginny. The previous night with Ted had been both educational and fantastic. Now, only one day later, a second, even wilder and more erotic world of sexual pleasures and experiences had opened up for her.
Above her Ted was writhing in bliss, the bliss of her body, as he threw his head back, closed his eyes and fucked her. Looking down between her legs so she could see his cock appear, then disappear up into her pussy, Ginny could hardly contain her ecstasy.
Ted grabbed her shaking tits and kneaded their ample flesh with his fingers, while Rusty slipped a couple of fingers up into her asshole, moving them in and out in tandem with Ted's cock.
"Oh, it's so fucking good! Come in me, come in me!" Ginny groaned.
With her free hand, she caressed his balls, thrilling as she felt the smooth, yet bumpy skin of his sac. The head of his cock bounced off the back of her pussy as she frictioned herself, sucking in air as fast as she could, her whole body feeling as if it were on fire. A dull haze of excitement surrounded her, blocking out everything except the prick and the hands which were giving her so much pleasure.
"It's coming ... it's coming!" she gasped.
Rusty rammed her fingers in and out of her asshole, shoving them in as far as she could, stretching Ginny's tender flesh. Ginny spasmed out a fresh batch of hot, heavy cream which rolled down the length of her cunt in a steady stream.
While her body thrashed wildly, her face had on it an expression of complete calm, especially the eyes. It was a strange, unusual characteristic, but then Ginny was not a usual woman by any stretch of the imagination.
"Ted ... Ted, honey," Rusty groaned.
"Yeah?" he panted.
"Let me have some of her. Let me eat her cunt a little. Jesus, I'm hotter than hell for it!"
Ginny heard but didn't answer, didn't move. She knew that her cunt was about to be eaten by another woman, and it made no difference to her. It was all sex.
Then there was something even more different. Ginny felt Rusty's head go between her thighs. Then her tongue was between her twat-lips, probing farther on into her cunt walls. In seconds her cunt was even more on fire. Ginny's hips worked like a piston, jamming her cunt into Rusty's face and her hole over the woman's tongue.
"Ohhhh, such sweet pussy," Rusty moaned, sucking and licking like there was no tomorrow.
"Sweet, wet, juicy pussy."
Rusty's cunt, with the thighs around it spread wide in invitation, was directly in front of Ginny's face.
Suck it, her mind said, eat it. Just like she's eating your cunt.
"Suck it," Ted said, pushing on her head. "Suck that pussy, Ginny. You'll love it like we do."
Then they were licking and sucking on each other's twats. Their tongues were like hard cocks in each other's cunts, probing, searching, finding each other's clits. They buried their noses into each other and thrilled with the smell.
Ginny sucked on Rusty's outer twat-folds and slipped her middle finger up into her asshole. Rusty reacted by squirming around even more, getting closer and closer to her climax. Ginny's finger made her buck upward as if she were trying to get away from it. When Rusty started to rub her ass, Ted stopped her.
"I've got something much better than a finger," he said, straddling her ass.
"Oh, please, please, Ted," Ginny sighed. "Put it back in me ... in my asshole ... please, I need it!" Rusty looked up from Ginny's crotch and said yes with her eyes.
Ted shifted until he was in position behind Ginny. He placed his cock between her spread ass-cheeks. Rusty used her hand to guide his dick into the hole just behind where she was sucking.
"Yes! Oh, fuck me in the ass! Pour your cock up me, Ted. Hurry! HURRY! I need it!"
This time it went in easily. In a second his balls were being licked by Rusty and his cock was clear up, deep, into Ginny's butt-hole. The combined pressure of Rusty's chin and tongue on her clit and Ted's huge pole in her asshole drove Ginny wild.
As Rusty thrust her tongue up into Ginny's seething pussy, Ted withdrew his cock and sent it slamming up again in her ass. It was a tight fit, but his cock had been there before and he started a regular, even rhythm, one designed to create long, deep orgasms.
Ginny gobbled furiously on Rusty's cunt and made her come. Rusty grabbed her tits as she smeared her pussy all over the younger girl's face. Ted's cock slashed in and out of her asshole. Her nipples were gorged with pleasure as he hammered away at her, driving his cock up into her ass to the hilt. His balls slapped against her cunt, the force of his thrusts shaking her body. Her hands clutched at the sheets and the idea of being completely, physically dominated by him thrilled her as much as the way his prick made her feel.
"Give it to me, give it to me," she panted.
Ted let loose a stream of cum that spurted up into her asshole, searing her and adding to her own orgasm. Her whole body seemed to rattle as she continued to come and come. His balls spat into her once more, filling her up. Her body heaved up and down as if she were having convulsions.
His balls empty, Ted continued to lie on top of her until his cock was soft and lifeless. Then he pulled it out of her butt.
"Jesus," Ginny said, rolling back on the bed. "I've been fucked."
"Fair," Ted said, smiling down at her and watching as Rusty continued to lightly tongue the younger girl's pussy.
"I don't know how it could be any better," Ginny said.
"Shall we tell her, Teddy?" Rusty said, raising her head from between Ginny's legs.
"Tell me what?" Ginny asked.
"How it could be better," Ted said.
"Better than this?" Ginny said, lightly rubbing her wet cunt across Rusty's face. She could feel Ted's sperm running out of her asshole, and sighed.
"A hell of a lot better," he said. "You're on vacation, aren't you?"
"Yes," Ginny answered.
"Well, why don't you come out to my place for the rest of the week with Ted and me?" Rusty said. "We'll make a real party out of it. My daughter, Terry, has three of her friends out there. It could really be fun."
"For the whole week?" Ginny said.
"Sure ... why not?" Ted chimed in. "I've decided to take a little vacation myself. It'll do us all some good."
"I ... I don't know," Ginny said, closing her eyes and thinking. Roy was due back on Tuesday. He wanted a decision from her. When he came home and found her gone, what would he think?
What the hell do I care what he thinks, Ginny suddenly decided.
"Sure, why not?" she said to the other two.
She dropped her head into Ted's lap and started sucking his cock.
The thought never entered her mind that Ted had told her there was only one reason he ever took a vacation.
CHAPTER EIGHT
They didn't even wait until the next morning. Ted threw some things into an overnight bag and away they went in Rusty's car. They stopped by Ginny's apartment so she could pack a quick bag. Just as she was going out the door, the telephone rang.
"It's Roy," Ginny said aloud and, suddenly, for the just time since the crazy weekend had started, she felt a pang of remorse for what she had been doing.
She started to go on out of the apartment without answering it, but the telephone was like a magnet of conscience, drawing her back.
"Hello?" She vainly tried to keep her voice steady.
"Ginny ... it's me, Roy."
"Hi."
"Honey ... listen, I'm sorry, really sorry."
She could hear voices in the background, both male and female, but she couldn't distinguish any words. "Sorry?" she said. "About what?"
"That I couldn't call you before this. I ... I....
I just couldn't, see ... Ginny, I love you ... and I'm sorry about the way I left ... and about everything and ... Oh, shit, I'll tell you about it when I get back."
"Roy ... wait...."
The receiver clicked and she felt lousy. She thought about going downstairs and telling Rusty and Ted that she had changed her mind, that something had come up.
She wandered to the window. It had started raining, lightly, to add to the sudden somberness of her mood. She looked down and saw the top of Rusty's long, expensive car glistening under the street lights.
Then she thought of the two people in it-of Ted's long, hard cock and all the pleasure it would give her in the next four or five days. She thought of Rusty's beautiful, voluptuous body next to hers with the woman's tongue deeply in her pussy. She envisioned Terry and her friends, all taking part in a week-long orgy around Rusty's pool.
"Shit," she suddenly cried aloud, to the room in general. "Even if I say yes to him, I'll be damned if I won't have my fling first!"
With those words echoing in the apartment behind her, she stalked out, slamming the door behind her.
* * *
They were still about twenty miles from Rusty's place, with Ted driving and Ginny half-asleep in the back seat, when Rusty's laughter erupted in the car.
"I've got a crazy, wild idea," she said.
"Oh, boy," Ted said. "I can imagine!"
"There's an all-night gas station about five miles down that road to the right up there. Turn!"
"What for?" Ted said. "We've got over three-quarters of a tank of gas."
"Teddy," Rusty said. "Do what I say. You know how I am ... Sometimes I get kinky and well, now's one of those times. Turn!"
They reached the road and Ted turned off. Then Rusty instructed him to stop so she could drive.
"What for?"
"You'll see. It'll be kicks, believe me. Get in the back and play like you're asleep ... both of you. And throw me your raincoat."
Ted did what she said, and both he and Ginny watched in amazement as Rusty stripped naked and put on the raincoat. Then she crawled back under the wheel and off they went.
"What's she going to do?" Ginny asked as she snuggled down into the seat in Ted's arms.
"Damned if I know," he answered, chuckling.
"With Rusty, you just never know."
They felt the bump as the car entered the gas station.
"What'll it be?"
"Fill it up, please," Rusty said.
The young attendant moved around to the rear of the car and began pumping the gas. Suddenly something came flying over the seat and landed on Ginny. She looked down. It was the raincoat.
"Rusty, what the hell...?" she said, sitting up and looking over the front seat.
Rusty smiled at her as she calmly sat, smoking a cigarette, stark naked. "Come on up and watch the fun," she said.
Behind her, Ginny could hear Ted's muffled laughter. She couldn't help but giggle herself. "Are you going to do what I think you're going to do?"
"Probably more," Rusty replied, flipping her cigarette out the window. "He'll never know what hit him."
"Two of the biggest tits he's ever seen in his life, I bet," Ginny said, and scrambled into the front seat.
"Lady, it would only hold three-Jesus Christ!"
"Guess what," Rusty said, spreading her legs and staring forlornly at the young man. "I forgot all my money at home."
His mouth hung slack, his eyes were wide, and his hands hung down at his sides. "B-But it's only three dollars, lady," he gasped.
"Well? Aren't I worth three dollars?"
"Uh ... yeah, I guess so," the boy said, dumfounded that such a thing could be happening to him.
Rusty let her arm fall out the window. Her hand closed over the thickening bulge in the front of his m trousers. "I'm horny as hell anyway," Rusty said. "That's my husband in the back seat and he hasn't fucked me in two years. He got hurt in the war, you know."
"Your husband?" the boy shrieked.
"And this is my daughter," she continued. "She likes to watch. You want to suck or fuck? Is the car all right?"
The boy was just shaking his head in wonder but the swiftly rising situation in his pants was obviously starting to get the better of his better judgment.
"Just...." he squeaked, and cleared his throat.
"Just drive it into the grease room."
"That's appropriate," Rusty giggled as she backed the car into the slot he pointed out.
He closed the door and came back around to the driver's side of the car. He was shaking like a leaf, but he was clearly more than ready to take Rusty up on her offer, husband in the back seat or not. "You some kind of swingers, like I read about?" he asked.
"You could say that," Rusty replied, opening the door and clawing at his fly. "Let's see what you've got."
The redhead brought his long, thin prick into the open. It was throbbing with desire, and tiny droplets of pre-cum already dripped from the fiery, pointed head.
"Just right!" Rusty exclaimed.
"Huh?" he said.
"For swallowing," Rusty said, and slid from the seat to a squatting position in front of his shaking body.
The situation was weird, kinky, and even a little grotesque, but it was turning Ginny on, nevertheless. The boy's eyes were glued to Rusty's beautiful face as it came nearer and nearer to his cock.
His thought was as plain as day in his expression: "She's gonna do it ... she's really gonna do it. This beautiful woman is really gonna suck my cock!"
Ginny let her own hand creep beneath her skirt as she watched Rusty's hand swoop down to draw out and cup the boy's dangling balls from beneath. She found her own pussy with her fingers and Rusty began pressing and squeezing the boy's thick fuck-sac. Ginny pressed a finger deep into her cunt as she watched Rusty's head move along the side of the boy's shaft. She had moved forward and back, rocking slightly as she ran her face up and down his youthful cock.
"Ohhh!" he gasped as he rocked his hips, trying to find her open lips with the head of his prick.
Rusty let him. With one shattering lunge, the redhead took the full length of his young meat into her mouth. She lapped it with her tongue and wiggled it around in her wet mouth while her soothing fingers worked sexily over his balls.
He sank back down, his head and shoulders against the open door. He smiled and twitched, and became a willing prisoner of her sucking, hungry mouth. Rusty made slurping sounds with her mouth, and Ginny realized that the woman had forgotten that it was just a joke. She was really enjoying it, really sucking the boy's cock for all it was worth.
Rusty made moaning noises in her throat as she fondled and stroked his bursting prick with her darting tongue and sucking cheeks. Eagerly, he tried again to shove it down her throat.
Rusty didn't even quiver." She took it all a second time until her nose was pressed into the hairy mat of hair above his cock.
It looked to Ginny as though Rusty was about to suck the boy's prick loose from his struggling body. But he was loving it and he was on the verge of coming on the ferocity of her mouth.
"Oh ... oh!" the boy gasped, drool dripping from the comer of his mouth. "Shit, damn ... damn, damn, damn!"
Ginny saw Rusty's hand release the boy's balls and go between her own naked thighs. She squeezed her fingers together and shoved all four of them, clear to the last knuckle, up her cunt.
Then she hunched her own hand as furiously as she sucked his cock.
Ginny studied the redhead's smooth, fleshy ass-cheeks appraisingly. She watched the redhead bob up and down and found her own fingers fucking into her cunt with the same rhythm. In the back seat, she heard a low moan. She looked and saw Ted pumping on his own tool as the sex sounds came to him from outside the car.
Then the boy screamed out as his ass shot forward and his balls pumped hot sperm into Rusty's throat. The woman sucked and drank until the cock was depleted and slipped from her lips.
The boy sank to the cement floor, groaning and holding his genitals in his hands. When Rusty turned to Ginny, a tiny stream of white sperm rolled off her chin.
"You drive," she said to Ginny, and climbed into the back seat. "It's easy ... just turn right out of the drive and keep going."
"What are you going to do?" Ginny asked.
"Finish myself off," Rusty said. "I had no idea the kid-could turn me on like that. Fuck me quick, Ted. Stick your dick in my pussy and put out that fucking fire down there."
Ginny drove away from the station like a zombie, with the sounds of sex heavy in her ears from the back seat.
"Boy," she said to her faint reflection in the windshield, "is that kid gonna have something to tell his grandchildren."
* * *
The house was dark when they arrived. Even though Ginny's body was agitated from the scene at the service station, her mind was screaming for sleep. Rusty and Ted evidently felt the same way. Once they had shown her the room that was to be hers in the huge old mansion, they both went directly to their rooms.
She awoke the next morning to the buzzing of the intercom beside the bed. Still groggy with sleep, Ginny fumbled with both dials until the erratic buzzing stopped and a voice replaced it.
"Hey, sleepyhead," Ted's voice crackled through the little box at her, "it's damn near noon. We're all down at the pool. Come on down and meet the kids."
"Yeah ... okay," Ginny groaned. "Be there as soon as I can find the rest of my body."
She rolled out of bed, grabbed a quick shower, and did the usual morning beautification to her face. Back by the bed she started to pull on shorts and a halter, thought better of it, and donned a bikini.
By the time she emerged onto the sun-drenched deck around the pool, she felt once again alive and, what's more, she looked it.
Ted was bouncing all over the place taking pictures with an expensive-looking camera, wearing a pair of swim trunks that hid nothing and revealed everything.
Rusty lounged on a cushion by the pool, wearing only her bikini bottoms. Her pendulous tits swayed to the sides of her body and filled the space completely between her arms and her chest. Ginny suddenly noticed what she hadn't noticed before; Rusty's tan was all over. Evidently the woman rarely wore anything at all when she was by the pool.
"Hi," Rusty called as Ginny approached the group. "There are Bloody Marys and Eggs Benedict there on the sideboard. Eat and I'll introduce you around."
""Okay," Ginny replied, anxious already to get into the swing of the group.
"Hi, Ginny ... I'm Terry."
"Hello," Ginny replied. "I feel we've already met."
"Oh?" said the girl.
"I saw one of your films," Ginny smiled.
"Ohhhh. How was I?"
"Naked and horny," Ginny said.
Terry laughed. "That's my usual condition, but don't mention the films around Brad and Sandra ... okay?"
Rusty chimed in. "I'm afraid we have a couple of innocents on our hands with Terry's two friends." She raised up. "It would be better if they thought we were all just horny and still stable members of the community. It might shock them if they knew how I got all this." She waved her arm at the immense grounds. "All right?"
"Sure," Ginny nodded, eating and drinking more quickly than she should have. She hadn't realized how hungry she was. "But won't that put a wet blanket on the fun and games?"
Terry laughed. "Oh, no ... far from it. They'll play ... just like the rest of us." Her eyes held the same restless, animal-like quality as her mother.
Terry was a sinuous girl. Tall and slim, with a trim waist. She wasn't as fleshy or as voluptuous as her mother, but then she was only fifteen years old. Silky smooth thighs flowed in a long line down from the brief bikini bottoms. Her bra might as well have been missing. It was composed of nothing but a thin net, and revealed clearly the rounded, soft-looking bulges of her firm young tits. "Here they come now," Ted said.
Ginny looked up, dabbing her Ups with a napkin. Sandra and Brad emerged from the pool dripping wet and approached the group.
Sandra, like Terry, was tall and slim. Everything about her body was appealing and in proportion, except her tits; they were huge and barely contained by the skimpy top. Ginny wondered how the girl could walk upright with all the weight of her chest being carried by such a slight frame.
Brad was about the same age as Sandra, sixteen, and a miniature of Ted. His was a beautiful, muscle-toned body, full of sleek curves and obvious virility. He had the look of an all-American boy, with fine, strong features and a mane of long blond hair. He reminded Ginny of the boy at her apartment-house pool.
She was introduced to both of them, perfunctory hellos were exchanged, and everyone helped themselves to more Bloody Marys. It was obvious that everyone had started much earlier than Ginny.
She went to the sideboard and got another drink, figuring that she had better catch up.
An hour passed with general conversation. More drinks were drunk and more bra tops came off. There was a lot of horse play and grab-ass around, but nothing that really amounted to the actual fact of anyone getting together for some action.
Ginny began to wonder if the whole thing was just a lark that Rusty had dreamed up. Then she remembered the crazy fling at the gas station the night before, and knew that something would happen pretty soon.
She closed her eyes and waited. When she opened them again, Ted and the big-titted Sandra had disappeared.
Shit, she thought, there just weren't enough men to go around. She was a little giddy and lightheaded from the sun and the drinks. She looked around. Terry and her mother were completely naked now, taking in the sun and nothing else. Brad was in the pool, stroking lazily from end to end.
"Well, hell," Ginny said, rising and crossing to the edge. "I'm on vacation ... It's time something got started."
"I was wondering if it ever would," Rusty said from beneath the arm shielding her face.
Brad had rolled over on his back. He watched Ginny as she stood on the edge of the pool. She could sense the swelling rise of her tits above her bra as she stretched her arms towards the sun. Below her the water was clear and Ginny could feel the tiny, almost invisible, hairs at the base of her spine tingle as she looked at Brad's youthful, muscular body in the pool.
"How's the water?" she called.
"Cool ... without another body in it," he replied, smiling.
That was all the invitation Ginny needed. Well, it was about time, she thought, as she rose to the tips of her toes and dived in. She opened her eyes under water and swam until she was directly beneath him.
She looked up. He had rolled over onto his belly and was floating, his face submerged, smiling at her with bubbles of air escaping from the comers of his mouth.
Ginny surfaced with her arms around his body and her tits, more out of her bra than in it, pressing against his chest. "Do you do anything other than swim?" she said.
"Lots," he said, his hands going immediately to her bra and then her bikini panties. A few tugs and she was completely nude, the white parts on her body contrasting vividly with the tanned.
Brad slipped out of his trunks.
"I hope this gets a lot bigger," Ginny said, grasping his limp cock in her hand.
"Try it and you'll see."
She caressed and fondled his prick, feeling it grow hard in the water. She rubbed the expanding head in the moistening furrow of her pussy and suddenly it was huge, poking between her thighs, the head tickling the cheeks of her ass in back.
His head lowered and he sucked on one nipple and then the other. His hand vigorously rubbed her pussy and pinched the tender outer folds. Then his fingers were inside her cunt.
She took her hand off his prick and wrapped her arms around his neck, spreading her legs wide apart, squirming now as he shoved his fingers in and out of her cunt.
She mashed her lips against his, sucking at his mouth, her tongue darting around wildly, her fingernails biting into his shoulders. Brad continued to finger-fuck her, although to Ginny his fingers felt like a short, stubby, two-headed cock. The sensuousness of the swirling water increased Ginny's desire to fuck. Her tits, unencumbered by a bra, swayed as she moved her body through the water, parallel to the bottom. It was warm and it excited her as it flowed between her legs.
"Jesus," she moaned, "why did we wait so long to get started?"
"Because," he panted, "I already came twice this morning, with Rusty and Terry. I had to build up again."
"Well, shit," Ginny said, unable to suppress a giggle, realizing that they had all been waiting for her to make the first move. "Then fuck me now! Hurry!"
Brad positioned himself in an upright stance. By not moving, he was able to stand quite still. Ginny awkwardly did the same thing, spreading her legs. She held onto his waist as he took his cock in his hand and guided it to the entrance of her cunt-hole. He found it and, by pressing lightly down on Ginny's shoulders, he was able to slide his prick up into her slit.
When he finally got it all the way in, she wrapped her legs around his waist and Brad began to fuck her. As soon as they started to move, their bodies, weightless in the water, reacted accordingly.
Since Brad was on top of her, he was able to corkscrew her down towards the bottom. Then he reversed himself and they slowly drifted up towards the surface. Ginny sucked in air as fast as she could.
Every time he shoved his cock into her cunt, she was knocked a little way towards the bottom, but as soon as Brad withdrew for another thrust, she immediately started to surface. Water entered her pussy and excited her even more. She soon lost all sense of up and down, so intense was the combination of cock and water. All the normal rules of fucking had no place under the surface of the pool, and Ginny used her imagination by contorting her body into a ball, a fetal position, so that she and Brad were able to roll along, head over heels, his cock propelling them along as he slammed in and out of her pussy, the pussy that was aching to come.
"Let's get out," he said, "up there on the lawn.
This is kinky, but I'm hot to really fuck you good now."
"Yes, sure," Ginny said, pulling her pussy from his cock and scrambling up the side of the pool. She ran quickly to a patch of grass and flopped down on her back. "Hurry!" she gasped. "Put it back in ... fuck me, Brad ... fuck me good!"
"Rusty said you were hot," he groaned, "but I didn't expect anything like this."
God, Ginny thought, they must have been discussing her all morning among themselves, but she didn't care.
He slid down beside her, his hands going to her pussy. She gasped and groaned as he thrust a finger into her cunt, widening it. His knuckles grinding into the soft fluffy hair of her crotch brought her immediately to a pinnacle of pleasure. She writhed and squealed, shivering, enjoying the pistoning power and rigidity of his finger in the depths of her body.
His finger stroked and slipped out and back in and then withdrew, striking responsive cords inside her pulsating pussy. She writhed as waves of hot pleasure ran through her and rippled her belly. Her parted lips murmured into his ear. Her tongue swirled around in it, lovingly.
She was trying to lie still, but with little success.
His finger slid in and out of her gash, glistening.
Her cunt was dampening more and more in her arousal, as she savored the feeling of sensuality in the hands that possessed and plied and slithered into her.
"Do it ... do it!" she cried. "Fuck me! I can't stand it any more!"
Then she couldn't wait for him any longer. Ginny was almost incoherent, trembling violently. Wriggling quickly away, escaping his hands, her tits bounced and swung wildly as she came quickly up onto her knees on the grass. Then onto her feet, she teetered above his naked, supine body. She straddled him with her legs. She grinned lecherously down at him. Then, slowly, she descended, until the swollen knob of his cock brushed her cunt's downy fur. She paused and moaned, then sank on down.
With a long sight, she swallowed his cock up within her hungry cunt. She felt her body grab and clutch him. She watched the full flaring glory of her hips as she took him up into her heat, into hot moistness and snugness.
When her buttocks were touching his thighs, she smiled proudly. Smugly. And she arched her ripe tits, the nipples straining outward in obvious passion.
He stared up at her in awe, and it was then that she realized that, after all was said and done, he was really only a boy. She realized that he had been a little afraid of her. And she also surmised that while all the rest of them were open in their desire for sex, she was the only one who was really crazy for it, wild for it
"Now, sonny," she said, "you're going to get the fuck of your life."
She began plunging up and down on him. Her dick pussy slid on his cock, swallowing it and letting it half emerge and then swallowing it again.
Her tits danced and jumped and swung. Her body began to glisten with a sheen of perspiration.
Brad lay beneath her, forearms and palms flat on the grass. He pushed. His hard-driving upward jerks sent the rigidity of his pole deep up into her heated fuck-hole.
She began twisting her hips voluptuously, riding him, as he rocked and slapped her with straining power, with thrust after ramming thrust up into her cunt. She jiggled up and down, writhing and arching and moaning delicately, working to tighten her grip on his prick and swallow it deeper into her molten cunt. It stabbed and rammed her snatch with deep, heavy thrusts that opened the well-widened recesses of her womb.
He watched the jiggling dance of her naked tits, leaping before her. He watched her own hands rise to fondle them, gripping the milky softness. Each juicy-looking tit sprouted a long rosy nipple. Her palms cradled and cupped them. He began to feel her body tightening about his, even as they both surged and stroked up and down.
Then she clamped one hand around one tit even more tightly than he would have dared. She squeezed. Her eyes stared. Her other hand dropped to the bulge at the base of her quivering belly, just to the top of the hot lips that encompassed his cock. He could see the tip of her finger disappear into the tight crack at the very top of those pretty pink lips. He could feel it touching his prick as it pumped her pussy.
She rubbed herself, agitating her wrist, and he gathered his strength to drive upward, hard and deep, trying to lose his meat in the oily, slippery glove of her cunt.
Very quickly, she came.
He held himself in her cunt and listened with a smile to her cries and moans of orgasm. She sagged, sitting there impaled on him, astride his thighs with her knees crimping his hips. Perspiration trickled down her body.
His hand jerked out to slap her hips noisily as he grasped them. His arms quivered with strain, the muscles bulging. He hoisted her up, then dropped her down hard onto his impaling cock.
Exquisite pleasure coursed through her loins as he rammed into her cunt as deeply as possible. Pulling her hard down onto him, he began ejaculating. His sperm gushed up into her Smothering cunt in bountiful streams. His exploding cock filling her to overflowing.
She sat there awhile, grinding her oozing cunt onto his cock, until it collapsed weakly and she leaned slowly forward to lie on him.
Ginny heard voices on the other side of the pool. She looked up and saw Rusty's red head bobbing up and down between her own daughter's shivering white thighs.
"Well," she said aloud, "it looks like the party has really started."
CHAPTER NINE
There was no such thing as a formal time for dinner. There was just food always available. If someone wanted to eat, they were expected to just eat when they felt like it-either food or each other.
Ginny was amazed. Fucking and sucking just happened whenever two or more people found themselves together and the mood struck.
"Does it go on like this here all the time?" she asked Terry.
"Oh, no," the girl replied. "We just get together like this about once a month and gorge ourselves on sex, and then the rest of the time it's ... well, just a rather normal sex life like anyone else has."
That same night, after what amounted to an orgy of food and drink by the pool, they all adjourned to what Rusty lovingly called the rumpus room. It was paneled with cushions clear to the ceiling and the floor was wall to wall with gaily colored mattresses and pillows. From somewhere Indian music wafted from hidden speakers in the ceiling.
Everyone was naked and the multicolored lights that stayed in constant motion gave the rutting, writhing bodies a strange, other-world appearance.
Obviously all the girls went for pussy as well as prick. Ginny herself had already willingly taken up Rusty's philosophy that sex was sex. She had barely stretched out on some cushions when she saw and felt Terry's dark head moving between her thighs.
"I've wanted to taste you ever since this afternoon when I saw you work Brad over," the girl said.
"Help yourself," Ginny smiled, and spread her thighs wide over the young girl's face.
Across the room she saw Sandra and Ted together. They were truly magnificent specimens. She had his huge cock in both her hands and he was desperately trying to swallow at least the conical tip of one of her gigantic knockers.
In another comer, Rusty was sucking on Brad's cock while he ate her pussy and worked a huge dildo in and out of the big redhead's asshole.
"Quite a sight," Ginny said, as she felt the lips of her pussy being pried apart and Terry's lapping tongue going to work.
"You don't like it?" the girl said.
"I love it," Ginny replied aloud, and then added to herself, That's what I'm afraid of.
Ginny had never seen anything as lustfully exciting as this. She spread her legs even wider and used her hands to pull Terry's face tight against her cunt. Then she moaned and squeezed her thighs over the girl's head as the tongue crept between her twat-lips and began reaming her cunt walls.
"Yes, Terry, yes," she groaned, "suck my pussy! Suck it and lick it!"
"No ... no, don't ... I've never had it that way before," Sandra said from across the room.
Ginny rolled her head to the side. Sandra was on her hands and knees, her pendulous tits swaying like two huge melons beneath her. Ted was directly behind her, his huge cock ready to rut between her gleaming ass-cheeks.
"Just relax, honey," he said. "Your asshole can take it just like your pussy."
Ginny squeezed her thighs even tighter over Terry's head as she saw the tiny puckered ring of the girl's shitter come into view directly in front of Ted's bulbous, throbbing cock-head. She wanted to yell out and tell the girl to relax and take Ted's wonderful cock up her ass. She wanted to tell her that she would love it.
But her voice was choked with the lust from the sucking her own cunt was receiving. She could only experience and feel arid watch.
Ted used the thumb and widespread fingers of his left hand to hold the trembling cheeks apart. Then he tentatively pressed his fingertip at the little brown opening. Sandra squealed loudly, tensing her buttocks together in a desperate, but futile, effort to escape this invasion. Then, with one relentless thrust, his thick finger popped through the tightly clenched bung and sank hotly up to the first knuckle.
"Aaaaagggggghhh!" Sandra gasped, breathing heavily and in pain, as she flexed her ass-cheeks together as tightly as possible, trapping his hand between them.
Ted grinned, then pushed in with a greater pressure; the finger sank in to the second knuckle and, as the girl began groaning in submission, his thick finger was in all the way to the flat of his palm.
Ginny excitedly watched as he mercilessly ground his middle finger around in the girl's asshole, widening the tiny bung in preparation, all the while energetically stroking his wildly throbbing prick with his other hand.
A moment later, he spread her trembling buttocks wide again and placed the huge round bulbous head of his cock against the puckering little shitter. The thick full length of his shaft pounded hotly into the crack of her ass, with the tip resting against the tiny hole wet from her cunt juice and stretched wide from his finger. Pushing his hands under her thighs, he stretched her wide apart, then directed his lust-hardened rock-like prick straight into the tightly clenched hole of her ass.
"Ohhhh, shiiiittttt!" Sandra screamed. "It hurts, Ted! IT HURTS LIKE FUCKING HELL!"
Then he lunged with all the strength in his hips and half of his huge shaft entered her asshole. Sandra howled as his invading cock began hammering her shitter. She collapsed to the mattress, and his heavy dick wormed on in, mercilessly ramming its way up, up, up, until it was all the way to the hilt.
Once Ted felt his balls touch the sides of her widespread butt-cheeks, there was no waiting. Within seconds, the giant prick had established a punishing rhythm as he fucked in and out of the writhing girl's asshole.
"Is it all right now?" he panted, working his ass from side to side while his cock was in her bung to the very root.
"Oh, yes," Sandra moaned, wiggling her ass backward over his impaling tool. "It's good now. Fuck me with it. Grind it into me and tear a come out of me with it!"
Then Terry's tongue was ripping a climax from Ginny's cunt and her whole concentration was suddenly on the wildly thrashing head between her thighs. Her legs were high in the air, spread, as her thighs vibrated like jelly with her coming climax.
"Faster, Terry ... and a little harder, honey," Ginny groaned. "Oh, God, I'm almost there ... I'm coming!"
"Oh fuck, you're good. Your juice tastes like honey," Terry groaned as she sucked and hungrily swallowed torrents of sweet cunt-cream.
Ginny's thighs were spread as far apart as they would go, with Terry's lips fastened to her pussy like a leech. A finger and then a second wormed their way up her asshole. She could feel that her bung was as hot with passion as her cunt.
Her head was literally bouncing up and down on the mattress as she strained upward with her hips and used her hands to pull the girl's tongue up into her pussy.
"Give it to me. Give it all to me!" Terry wailed. "Sit on my face. Rub your juice all over me. Oh, shit, I love to eat pussy!"
Ginny eagerly obliged. The younger girl was just as lost in the erotic bliss of eating her pussy as Ginny was lost in being eaten. She rolled over and spread her thighs as wide as she could over Terry's face.
The beautiful brunette had propped herself up on her elbows until her lovely face was now directly beneath the wet, quivering lips of Ginny's pussy.
Terry shut her eyes and opened her mouth. "Now take my head with your hands and put your pussy juice all over my face," she begged. "Rub me with your beautiful cunt!"
Ginny went wild, spurred on by the screams of lust coming from the other two couples fucking in the same room. She wound her hands in Terry's long black hair and began smearing her wet cunt all over her face.
Whenever she neared her mouth, a hot tongue would dart out and soft lips would press passionately against her swollen labes. Ginny thrust her cunt back and forth and undulated her hips.
"Oh, Ginny, you're so beautiful!" Terry groaned in he impassioned bliss.
Ginny looked down at her, watched her own deliberate, conscious, intense smearing of her cunt into Terry's face. She cried out, "Oh, I love sex, I love it! I can't get enough of it! Kiss my pussy again, Terry, honey! Kiss it, suck it! Oh, it's good ... don't stop! Do it harder and deeper!"
Ginny's. soft, desperately clenching cunt was steaming now, the hot juices flowing from it trickling down Terry's cheeks. The younger girl embraced Ginny around the hips and pressed her entire face into the girl's squirming cunt, finding it almost impossible to breathe, but loving every minute of it.
Between her tongue and upper lip she grabbed the clit and nibbled on it greedily. The bud was so engorged with blood that it protruded out in a way that made grasping it very easy. Then she began sucking and slurping, making loud, sensual noises.
Hearing those sounds rising from her own cunt was so arousing, Ginny couldn't contain herself another second. A huge bubble, filled with cunt juice, suddenly burst within her.
Ginny's quivering gasps gave way to an agonizing scream. The peak had been reached. The climax was so intense that she became hysterical, tossing her head from side to side like a demented creature.
After a few seconds, the jolts began to recede.
Ginny's body couldn't take much more of this divine punishment. Her head drooped, her arms went slack, her whole body slumped, and then she collapsed. She fell over into a heap, her whole body racked, covered with her own cunt juice and sweat.
She must have passed out for a few minutes. Then she opened her eyes again, she found Terry lying contentedly beside her. The young girl's face was drenched and glistening with cunt juice and perspiration. Across the room, Rusty was contentedly running her tongue up and down Brad's still-rigid cock. She had obviously come herself and was building her desire up to start again.
On the other side of them, Sandra was sprawled spread-eagled on her belly, her arms and legs thrown wide. Ted was just pulling his cock from her asshole with a wet, popping sound. His cock, like Brad's, was also hard and still ready for more action.
The sight of the two thick, hard cocks brought the coals of desire in Ginny's cunt back to flaming readiness. They also gave her a wild idea.
Ginny crawled over to Ted and wordlessly pushed him over on his back. She straddled him and sat down hard on his upthrust meat.
"Jump on it, honey. Ride my cock!" Ted groaned. "You've got the hottest damn pussy I've ever seen!"
Ginny fucked wildly up and down on his cock. "Brad ... Brad, come here ... and please hurry."
Brad was beside her in a second. He caressed her hair and buried his tongue in her mouth. Their tongues touched electrically, searching and probing all the wet delights of each other's mouths.
"Fuck me, Brad," Ginny moaned in his ear. "Make my asshole a cunt. I want two cocks in me at the same time!"
Brad moved behind her and moved his crotch in under her ass as it bucked up and down on Ted's driving rod.
Brad's cock wasn't as long or as thick as Ted's big dick, but it would do the same thing in her asshole as Ted's was doing in her cunt.
"Hurry ... hurry," Ginny sighed. "Cram your cocks in me. Pour your beautiful meat up my asshole and my cunt. Oh, God, I love it ... I love it ... I love it!"
Brad plunged inward, splitting her butt-hole with his rigid meat. The pain was intense, but the thrill of feeling two huge cocks ramming into her body at the same time overcame any other feeling.
"Oh God, yes! That's it, that's it! Fuck the come right out of me!"
Her face was a mask of unleashed lust. She continued to cry out, increasing her wild bucking movements to get as much of the two cocks into her as possible.
"Like my hard dick in you, baby?" Brad kept chanting in her ear, his hard belly slamming her ass repeatedly.
"Yes, yes, yes," Ginny sighed, her beautiful face full of lust and passion. "I love both of your pricks in me like this. It's heaven!"
Ted lanced her seething cunt again and again, and each time he plunged, her ass moved back to receive the other driving cock. There was no end to the wrigglings and bizarre contortions which indicated the height of their passions.
The two cocks fucked Ginny raw in both holes. Shots of weird lightning splintered her cunt and ass in this dual fuck. Her mouth wide open, screaming, she couldn't seem to get enough.
"Oh, cocks! Fill me with nothing but cocks!" she cried.
In that soaring moment of agony and ecstasy, she was no longer human. She was a base animal, only living to be fucked, sucked and to die a thousand orgiastic deaths.
"Fuck! Fuck all of us together!" Ginny cried, nearing a point of painful, unbelievable pleasure.
Her tongue hung loosely between her lips. Brad pierced her ass with his huge prick, showering her with sweat. He jammed into her, causing her a series of jolting orgasms the likes of which she had never experienced before. She knew, in that instant, that she would never be satisfied with just one man at a time, no matter who she loved.
She thought she would die. The two cocks stirred every fiber of her body; points of sensual fire lit up her whole system and she became hysterically lustful.
The three of them arched, twitching madly. She moved furiously between the two men, back and forth, back and forth, her eyes full of wild tears. She was happy beyond words. She was full of love.
Their gorged cocks held ground in both her holes as they wildly fucked into her.
"Oh, God!" Ginny exclaimed tearfully, loving the ride she was taking with them, splicing herself on both ends. "Keep it up! Don't stop, do you hear me? I love it! Oh, how I love it!"
Her eyeballs were lost beneath their lids, her face was covered with sweat. Her tongue hung loosely between her lips and saliva dribbled down her lovely cheeks. Sandwiched between them, Ginny's features took on a look of satisfied depravity. The thought of these two strong men fucking the living shit out of her, let alone the physical pounding of both her holes, again drove her into a lewd frenzy. Both arms flailed out and she grabbed Ted's hands and placed them on her buttocks, wanting to feel his fingernails digging into her soft flesh.
And then they came, all together, in one wild, riotous orgasm that brought pain to their straining muscles and screams of delight to their lips. Hot streams of cum found their way into her cunt and asshole.
At last Ginny rolled away from them, more satisfied than she had ever thought possible.
She was in a trance-like dream world. From somewhere above she could hear voices, muted, but distinguishable.
"You think we got it all?"
"Hell, yes. Jesus, with four cameras rolling from every wall, how in the hell could we miss any of it?"
Neither the voices nor the words meant anything to Ginny. She just wanted to rest, to sleep, to get her strength back, so she could start the wondrous process all over again.
CHAPTER TEN
It was the last evening. Ginny lay in her bed contemplating the wildest four days of her life. She had done everything sexually that the human female could do. Her passion had at last been cooled, but not totally extinguished.
She thought about Roy and wondered what she would tell him. She still didn't have the slightest idea. Would she say yes and slide into the mainstream of boredom as a suburban housewife? Or would she say no and pursue the kind of life that Rusty, Terry and Ted obviously enjoyed?
She ran her hands up the sensual warmth of her naked body until she could cup the underside of each full tit. Somehow she knew that she wanted both lives, but she didn't know, with Roy's prudishness, whether or not she could ever accomplish such a feat.
She couldn't stop. Not now. Not when her body had finally been awakened as it had.
She was virtually a sex bomb, set to go off with the merest touch or caress in the right place. And, as she had learned, once she had been touched or caressed, there wasn't much she could do about avoiding the consequences. She became lost in the throbbing, vise-like grip of passion, imbued with the reckless, uncaring need for sexual fulfillment. She became an animal with only one compelling goal-orgasm.
"Come in," Ginny called, responding to a tap on the door. She smiled to herself, realizing that it didn't matter who it was who saw her naked body, and she made no move to cover herself.
It was Ted. He came to the bed and rested a warm hand on her tit as he sat down. "I have to leave in a couple of hours," he said. "I thought I'd just say good-bye now."
"But aren't you going back with us in the morning?"
"No ... I have to take some things in tonight. Rusty will drive you back. You are great, Ginny. This is for you ... our kind of life."
"I don't know," she said, averting her eyes.
"Maybe."
"Will you go back to your boy friend?"
"I don't know that either," she said.
"That's why I came up here. If you do go back to him, we'll probably never see you again."
"Probably not," Ginny said.
"You loved it ... all week long, didn't you?" he continued, his hand kneading her tit.
"Yes."
"You can't go back to him, Ginny. He's part of another world now-a square world."
"Maybe I can make him part of this world."
"Maybe ... but I doubt it," Ted said, and rose to stand above her.
She looked up at him. "Just in case...." she whispered. "Just in case I do go back to him, let's do it once more ... for real, like we were really lovers ... just you and I."
He smiled and began unbuttoning his shirt. She watched, still fascinated by his body, as he got out of his clothes. She admired his healthy, sun-bronzed masculine beauty. In the back of her mind she wished she could combine him and Roy; she wished she could fuse Roy's honesty and integrity with Ted's blatant, uncaring sexuality.
She noted his magnificent chest, watching the little muscles ripple here and there with each of his movements. As he dropped his trousers, her eyes swept down over his spare, taut abdomen and picked up a thin trail of blond hair at his navel. She followed his path irresistibly down to where it became a thick nest of pubic curls.
And there her inspection stopped. Her eyes riveted longingly on the spear standing out from his groin. A hot, urgent flush came to her cheeks. She licked her lips involuntarily. As he kicked the last of his clothes aside, she extended a hand out towards his bobbing, rigid cock.
He stepped forward so that she could wrap her fingers around the hot, delicious prick. She guided it up to her mouth and opened her pink lips. She ran the tip of her tongue wetly around the swollen head, and along the sensitive underside.
She made a purring sound deep in her throat, opened her mouth wide, and inserted the entire head of his cock. She thrilled to the throbbing heat that filled her mouth, and she began to suck.
Gently he took his cock from her lips and got into the bed.
Their mouths opened, found each other, and fused. Their tongues darted hotly, wantonly, stirring the smoldering coals of their passion. There was a seething, almost desperate recklessness about their feverish embrace.
Ginny was trembling with the erotic sensations generated by his probing tongue inside her mouth, and his feverish hands wandering over her naked body. His searching fingers seemed to be everywhere at once. And her own hands were far from idle. She, too, could not touch him enough places, could not satisfy her craving need to explore every part of him. She ran her palms up and down his smooth flanks, alternately clutching his muscular buttocks, delicately running her middle finger through the deep hairy crevice between his ass-cheeks, probing his asshole gently, then reaching between his thighs and cupping his hot, bursting balls.
At last she could not contain the building anticipation any longer. She pulled her mouth away from his, panting heavily.
"Fuck me, Ted," she rasped in his ear. "Oh, please, fuck me!"
She spread her thighs invitingly wide, and Ted positioned himself lower on her body, so that the swollen tip of his cock was pressing against the moist, crimson lips of her cunt. He reached down with his right hand and guided his stiff prick through her twitching labes until its thick, fat head was firmly wedged just inside her cunt-hole.
Ginny closed her eyes and shivered, thrilling to the exciting pulse of .the head inside her, the cock that would soon be plumbing her depths, impaling her again and again with its length.
Admit it! her mind screamed. Admit you love cock, you love sex. Admit no single man could ever satisfy your wild lewd desires. "Fuck me ... hard," she groaned.
Her cunt fairly gushed juice onto his ready shaft. Ted drew back slightly, paused, and then lunged forward. Though she had fucked him many times in the past week, the sheer hugeness of his prick brought a twinge of pain into Ginny's belly.
She paid no attention to it and arched her butt off the bed to meet his thrust.
"Fuck me ... fuck me!" she chanted. "Fill me up ... give me cock!"
She moaned in ecstasy, wriggling her ass back and forth over the thick male meat impaling her to the very core of her being. She was where she wanted to be, in a bed, getting cock, getting fucked.
The thick meat sent out wave after delicious, throbbing wave of delightful sensation. Ginny squirmed her naked hips encouragingly.
Ted took the cue and began sliding his cock out of her clasping sheath, slowly, patiently. Ginny closed her eyes to this splendid sensation, and laced her fingers around his neck. When his cock was almost totally free of her cunt, he paused and looked down at her.
"You okay?" he asked.
"I'm wonderful," she murmured. "And so are you. Fuck me."
With that, Ted entered her cunt again, this time with increased force. Again he withdrew, and again he thrust it back into her seething snatch to a newer depth. Small, involuntary entreaties began to escape her throat.
With his next plunge, Ted embedded his hard tool to the balls in her willing, eager hole. She groaned, cried out in desire, and writhed her hips against his. All thoughts of Roy, of anything but the cock that filled her cunt, withdrew, leaving only fiery passion. Her fingers dug into Ted's ass-cheeks and pulled his hips down on hers, hard.
For a brief moment Ted rested on top of her, letting her get used to the feel of his throbbing cock inside her. She felt miraculously stuffed. She wiggled her hips and delighted to the feel of his balls on her ass-cheeks, to the scratch of their meshed pubic hairs.
And then once again he was sliding back in her fuck-channel. As it closed about his retreating shaft, Ginny's sheath released a copious amount of fluid to prepare for the next plunge.
It came, slippery and smooth. Then came another, and then another.
A rhythm, unconscious and intuitive, developed between them. As the cadence of their heaving bodies united, so did their cries and groans and pants of ever-increasing delight.
"Oh, what a fuck you are, Ginny," he groaned. "What a grand and glorious fuck."
"It's your cock ... it's your beautiful meat," she cooed. "Give it to me ... all of it every time."
A strange and almost ominous fury gripped them, a savage mindlessness knowing only one goal. Climax.
Faster and faster their hips worked. Ginny, moaning and sobbing against Ted's shoulder, her half-closed eyes glazed with fever, her senses reeling in reckless abandon, suddenly wrapped her legs around his heaving buttocks and squeezed tightly.
Ted was now ramming his cock into her sopping hole with a ferocious intensity. His hands were clutching her straining buttocks tightly, pulling her hips up to meet each one of his mighty thrusts. Carefully, he slipped a finger down into the crack of her ass, already soaked with their secretions. He found her hole, and inserted his finger up to his second knuckle. Through the thin membrane that separated her asshole from her cunt, he could feel his ramming cock moving heatedly against his fingertip.
A wet, staccato suctioning now filled the room as Ginny's cunt overflowed with her abundant juice. This noise was soon followed by the slap-slapping of their sweat-filmed bodies.
As the crescendo of the fuck approached, their rhythm became more erratic. But it didn't matter, for now they were each caught up in the convulsive throes of imminent orgasm.
"I'm going to come!" Ginny cried. "My God, I'm going to come like hell!"
As the words left her throat, she could feel Ted's cock swell to its maximum hugeness inside her burning cunt and release a scalding torrent of cum. Her cunt was instantly galvanized by the explosion, and she began responding convulsively to the jerking prick spewing inside her fuck-hole.
While delicious spasms shook her body, jet after jet of hot, creamy spunk filled her aching sheath, until finally it could hold no more. Her cock-engorged cunt overflowed, and the sticky, white cum oozed out the taut labes and spilled down her ass-cheeks and onto the bed sheet.
After the final, violent throes of their orgasms had subsided, Ted slumped on top of her.
They lay for a long time together before he silently arose and pulled his clothes on. He walked to the door, turned, and smiled at her.
"See you," he said.
"I hope so," she replied.
* * *
It was raining again, a slow, steady drizzle, the way it had on the evening they drove out. Ginny sat in the car with Rusty, watching the headlights trying to cut through the gray matter that was neither night nor day on the highway before them.
"Penny for your thoughts," Rusty said.
""They aren't worth that much," Ginny answered.
"Then I'll offer more," the redhead said, and dropped an envelope in Ginny's lap.
"What's this?"
"Open it and see."
Ginny tore the flap open and pulled out the contents. It was a check made out to her for five thousand dollars.
"What the-"
"That's your fee," Rusty laughed, "for being my latest star."
Slowly, like a rising tide, understanding washed over Ginny. She knew she should have been angry, but she wasn't. She was amused.
"How did you do it?" she asked.
"Easy. The whole place is rigged with cameras. The lighting is all pre-set. By the pool, of course, was a little tricky ... but with sunlight you don't have too much risk:"
"What if I sue you?" Ginny said.
"I don't think you will. And if you do, I'll just deny it and distribute the film in Denmark or Germany instead of here. By the way, there's a release on the back of the check. If you sign it, I can do anything with the film I want to."
"You're a sneaky bitch, aren't you?" Ginny said, but couldn't put any malice in her voice, even by trying. "Did Ted know all the time?"
"Of course," Rusty replied. "He's my partner."
For the last of the ride, until they pulled up at Ginny's door, she just sat, staring down at the check in her hand.
Rusty was also silent until the car rocked to a halt and she reached across Ginny and opened the door for her.
"Well?" Rusty said.
Ginny looked at her and then back at the check. She smiled, more to herself and for herself, than for Rusty. She slipped the check in her bag, grabbed her case, and stepped from the car.
"Cash it, Ginny ... and do another one for us. It's your kind of world ... our kind of world," Rusty said, leaning across the seat and looking up at her.
"Maybe," Ginny said, suddenly feeling very calm, even though her mind was spinning and far, far away from any concrete decisions.
"Well, suit yourself, but if you decide to, come on out next weekend. We'll probably show a rough cut then. You can see yourself in living color. Maybe that will convince you."
Ginny closed the door and then turned. She looked up into the rain until she found the window of her apartment.
There was a light on.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
With a look of determination on her face, Ginny bounced from the apartment door, across the living room, to the bedroom door like a tigress, with a leering grin on her face.
She entered the bedroom like a lamb, biting her lip and blinking her eyes for fear they would fill with unwanted tears.
Roy was in the bed, obviously naked, but covered up to his waist by the sheet. He was holding a half-finished drink in his hand and an unlit cigarette danged from the comer of his mouth.
"Hi," she said, willing strength but sounding weak.
He looked up but didn't speak. His eyes were a new, strange burnished blue that seemed to look right through her.
My God, she thought, he knows, he already knows. But how could he? He couldn't. She wanted to drop the bag and scream at him, "I'm home. LET'S FUCK!"
She dropped the bag, but stayed silent. She couldn't take the eyes. Avoiding his stare, she crossed around the bed and entered the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
She unzipped the back of her thin yellow summer dress and shrugged out of it, letting the garment fall in a heap around her bare feet. She stepped out of it, leaned over and picked it up, then hung it on a hook on the back of the bathroom door.
I wonder, she thought, if I can even make it with him. He looked so strange. Will he want to make it with me after what I've done? But, Ginny, you fucking idiot, he doesn't know what you've done.
She reached behind her and unclasped the bra. She pulled it away and threw it across the hook also. Her full tits bounced resiliently with the movement. They were firm, beautifully contoured globes of flesh, each delicately tipped with pinkish-red nipples which were not partially erect from the chill off the cold tile of the bathroom.
She glanced over at the huge mirror which ran the entire length of one wall. The girl in the mirror, clad only in a pair of pink panties, was a mouth-watering knockout, if she said so herself! Slim, statuesque, fully developed in every area that counted, Ginny knew intuitively that she had a body designed to please a man in a thousand ways.
She had never realized it before this week. She had never known the touch, let alone the hot, throbbing penetration, of a man's urgent cock as she had found it in the past four days.
Without averting her eyes from her reflection, she hooked her thumbs inside the elastic band of her panties and pushed them down. They fell softly about her ankles and she kicked them aside. Her eyes fell immediately upon the triangular patch between her thighs. The soft crisp curls were a darker color by several shades than the hair that hung down on her shoulders.
"You're really beautiful," she whispered to the mirror. "You're young, and you're beautiful, and you're a sex animal. Why don't you just open the door and walk in there and tell him you want to suck his cock, tell him you want him to eat your pussy or fuck you in the ass or in the mouth or anywhere? Why don't you do that, Ginny Dayton? Because you're afraid of what he'll do, that's why. Underneath it all you don't want to lose him. You want the security he can give you. And, Ginny Dayton, you're a chicken shit."
"Ginny ... Ginny...." Roy's voice came through the door.
"What?" she barked."
"Come here, will you? I've got something to tell you."
She threw open the door and stormed into the bedroom, stopping only when her knees hit the side of the bed and her hairy pussy was a scant two inches from his raised face.
"I've got something to tell you, too," she said, her eyes flashing and her full tits jutting defiantly. "I want to suck and fuck, and I want to do it now."
He smiled and threw the covers from the lower half of his body. His prick was rigid, a thick, throbbing mass of hard male meat staring up at her.
"So do I," he said, rolling off the bed and grabbing her by the shoulders. His eyes were clouded with lust as he pushed her onto the bed.
"Are you drunk?" she asked.
"I haven't finished my first drink," he replied, covering her body with his.
Her tits were heaving, straining against his chest as he covered her. His fingers gripped the soft, firm flesh of her thigh.
Damn, she thought, as she writhed beneath him. What was wrong? What was different? What had happened to him?
"You're a beautiful cunt," he groaned, his face smothering the rise of her tits with hurried, anxious kisses. His lips covered the large, pink nipples of her quivering tits until she moaned and her nails dug hungrily into the hard skin of his back.
"Oh, shit!" she gasped, feeling her passion being awakened as he deftly fingered her pussy at the very top of her cleft, near her clitoris.
He guided her hand to his cock. "Play with it," he commanded, his voice heavy with lust. "Get it even harder so I can fuck the hell out of you with it."
Her fingers circled his throbbing prick. "I want this," she gasped.
"You'll get it ... you cunt. Don't worry about that, you'll get it, all right."
Again she wondered what had happened to make him so wild. She felt his strange, almost sadistic power as she held his hot, pulsing cock in her hand and she began to manipulate it back and forth. He bit harshly at her tender, voluptuous tits, sucking cruelly until she thought she would be bruised, as his hands slid beneath her ass.
"Easy," she murmured.
"Fuck you," he said, and Ginny gasped.
Roy's hand closed over her cunt-mound as his fingers prodded and searched between the swollen lips of her cunt, rubbing them, teasing them, manipulating them until she was squirming beneath his touch.
"Oh, Roy!" she cried.
She stroked his throbbing prick with nervous, fluttering gestures, then held it firmly and squeezed it so hard that he gasped as her hand crushed the resistant, spongy tissue. Her nails tickled his loose-hanging balls, flicking them back and forth between his trembling legs and he inserted one finger deep into her aching cunt, wiggling it viciously in retaliation.
"Ohhh," she groaned as his nails scraped the sensitive lining of her hairy cunt. "No, not so hard!"
His fingers were mauling her tits, the flesh of her hips and buttocks and she cried in pain as she felt his other hand slip in back of her and prod cruelly at her asshole. She turned her hips slightly to avoid the harsh impalement and bit passionately into the side of his neck.
He jerked away from her in the pain, then raised his body so that he could kneel over her. His hands and fingers twined in her hair and yanked her head backwards so that her neck was stretched backwards on the bed.
"You want it so bad, huh?" he growled at her, half-angry from her viciousness, and she just stared up at him hotly. "You want my cock rammed up your belly, and you're gonna get it, believe me!"
"Yes, yes. Hurt me!" she said perversely.
He moved up on the bed so that her arms were pinioned by his knees and his jerking rod was throbbing just above her head.
"Suck it," he demanded. "Suck my cock, you cunt!"
Tears of joy began to well in her eyes as she looked up at his huge, thick prick as it bobbed just above her. His hands forced her head up so that her lips touched the damp, blood-red head of his cock and he forced his hips forward.
His thumbs reached inside her mouth and forced her mouth open as he rammed the full length of his lust-hardened cock deep into her throat. She felt sick and wanted to choke, but all she could do was swallow and gasp for air as he rocked back and forth above her.
"Harder," he demanded, his hands holding her head in a vise-like grip. "Suck my cock harder!"
All the tenderness was gone from his eyes, and she loved it. She had led him on like a whore and now she was being treated like one. She wished that she could protest, explain that she didn't mean anything, but it was too late for that. His teeth were set in a clenched line as he watched her soft, red lips close around his rock-hard prick.
Ginny didn't know what had happened to her man in her absence, but, whatever it was, she was thankful for it. She had the wild sensation that she was about to get the fuck of her life.
Her arms ached from the weight and pressure of his knees, but he didn't move an inch. He had her right where he wanted her, and she was in his power now. She felt helpless, degraded and tortured, yet it excited her and she sucked more and more voraciously on his thick, leaden cock.
"Oh, baby!" he gasped as she curled her tongue around the head of his aching prick and suck harshly, like a madwoman, a woman obsessed. He drove his hips forward, forcing his hard, pulsing prick deeper and deeper into her throat. Her eyes were closed as she licked and sucked on his rod, so he released his grip on her hair and his hands grasped the voluptuous, firm globes of her tits and squeezed them cruelly. He pinched and tickled the nipples until they stood erect and throbbing, pinpricked with wanton desire.
Her thighs were trembling and shaking as he found and stimulated every nerve center in her body. Her eyes opened and looked at him pleadingly, begging him to satisfy her needs.
He grinned down at her. "Baby," he said as he let his rigid dick slip from between her wet lips and jerk spasmodically above her head.
"Ahhh," she groaned, filling her lungs with air.
He lay down, half on top of her, so that she could feel the heat of his prick against her waist and hips as he traced a sensual pattern with his tongue down over her tits and belly. She was shaking visibly now, her whole being shattered by her animalistic desire.
"Yes, yes," she moaned, and spread her legs wider as he moved his fingers and the palms of his hands slowly over the rise of her thighs. His fingers probed and separated the lips of her cunt as they ran fluidly over the tiny, aching slit.
His mouth was so close, so tempting, but instead he inserted two fingers deep into the well of her cunt, wiggling them, tickling her, torturing her.
"Please," she begged him, her hands clawing at the back of his neck in an effort to force his mouth down on her cunt.
She bucked and writhed, wiggling her hips up towards his face, but his hands held her down.
"I can't stand it ... please...." she managed to moan.
She could feel the hardness of his throbbing cock against her legs and she spread her thighs wider so that his hips fit between hers.
"Now!" she choked.
He let his thick, jerking prick rest at the opening of her cunt for just a second before parting the soft curls of her beaver with its head and thrusting it inside her cunt with all his strength, filling her to the tip of her cervix.
She raised her knees slightly, but he grabbed them and forced them farther back so that they touched her shoulders.
"It's so deep," she moaned. "So fucking deep!"
"Yeah," he gasped, as he felt his pulsing cock slip in and out of her tight, moist fuck-hole.
"Fuck me ... oh, yes," she begged. "Harder, harder, Roy, darling!"
He pushed into her cunt with increased fury, pounding and slamming his hips against hers, grasping the cushions of her buttocks and lifting her slightly off the bed.
"Is it good, baby?" he asked.
"Ohhhh, yes ... my Roy ... my big, hard Roy."
She could feel herself becoming wetter with each thrust and her cunt walls began to twitch with an urgency that was about to explode. His cock seemed to become even thicker with each painful thrust as his throbbing rod filled her soft, squirming cunt completely.
"That's it, baby!" he urged her roughly, sensing that she was near her climax. "Come on, fuck ... FUCK!"
She groaned as a wave of trembling excitement shuddered her whole body and she began to shake visibly as her cunt walls started to contract wildly around his thickening, pulsing prick.
Her nails raked a harsh pattern down his back as she bucked and jerked up against him, feeling his prick worming up deep in the pit of her belly.
"Ohhhh, God ... I'm coming, I'm coming!" she gasped as her waiting tension and frustrations were released in one sudden great burst of searing flame.
Her thighs jerked wildly at his, her whole body heaving and swaying, her passion consumed in the skin-to-skin friction and her face flushed with the warm, comforting glow of deep satisfaction and fatigue.
But, above her, on and on he pounded. He couldn't get enough of her as his hands dug cruelly into the softness of her rounded buttocks, and he could feel his hard thick cock swell and tremble inside her moist, warm cunt. His urge was destructive as he thrust deeper and deeper into her, wanting to consume her, feeling powerful as he arched his hips at her upturned thighs in an effort to force his cock farther and farther into her soft, squeezing cunt. She gasped for air.
Her face was contorted in a passion as her nails dug cruelly into his back and spine and her full, luscious tits splayed out under his weight, imprinting her hardened nipples into his chest. Her naked body heaved and wiggled in great choking cries as her thighs trembled and shivered in her abandoned passion, and he drove in long, hard, steady strokes deep into her moist, throbbing pussy.
"Argh!" he moaned as his cock thickened and slackened as he stayed buried inside her, filling her almost to the bursting point with his hot, liquid sperm.
"Yes ... oh yes!" she whimpered, feeling him come and jerk like a slippery, writhing snake deep inside her velvet sheath and she raised her hips to receive every ounce of his load.
His orgasm seemed to splinter his rigid meat and he choked and gasped as he emptied himself deep into her waiting cunt, satiating him, relieving him, calming him with each violent contraction. It seemed to be taking the very life from his body, leaving him weak and vulnerable, but she, too, had collapsed in an exhausted heap, her legs falling down loosely, widespread, on either side of his heaving hips and buttocks.
His breathing gradually began to regulate as he felt his once hard cock slip reluctantly from inside her cunt and fall limply on the bed covers.
"Darling," she whispered. "I knew you'd be good. So good for me. I need you, Roy honey."
She was trembling from the violent release of her climax and his urgency, and she was sure that she wouldn't be able to walk if she had to at that moment, so she sighed heavily and tried to ease the tension from her body.
She took his head gently in her hands and kissed his forehead, feeling the moisture of his perspiration on her lips.
"Darling," she murmured again, then tears of relief and shame began to roll down her pink, flushed cheeks. "Darling ... there's something, something I've got to tell you."
"Not before I tell you what's happened to me," he said.
* * *
Ginny never got around to telling Roy about her week. After his rendition of the business trip and the way he had fucked her, she thought it better to leave well enough alone.
He had started drinking on the plane right after he had left her. By the time he had arrived, he was high as hell and ready for anything. And anything was a party in the suite above his room at the hotel. The party turned into an orgy that lasted the whole time he was gone.
He found that he not only enjoyed it, he reveled in it! There was a latent core of debauchery in him that he hadn't known existed. For some reason it came out at the party. He figured it was a combination of the women being prostitutes and his being drunk.
However, it didn't abate when more girls, who weren't prostitutes, were brought in and Roy had sobered up. If anything, his desire for the unusual became greater.
Then when he returned and found Ginny gone, he had gone down to the pool in search of some of the same action. Needless to say, he found it.
In the few days that followed, during the next week, Ginny was overjoyed when Roy became even more enthusiastic for her body. But, just as she knew they would, the old desires quickly surfaced. The perverseness of the times with Rusty and Ted started preying on her mind.
Idly, one evening, after they had made wild love, Ginny threw out some bait.
"Roy, honey ... at that party you went to...." Let s forget about that," he said, hurriedly. "It's over and done with."
"I just wondered something," she said.
"What?"
"Did you ... well, did you ever do it with two girls at once? You know, go down on one and fuck another one at the same time?"
His face flushed red but he managed to sputter out an answer. "Yes ... in fact, twice."
"Did you like it? I mean, did you enjoy it?"
"I ... I guess so. C'mere, dammit." He pulled her into his arms and rubbed his rising hard-on against her cunt-mound. Then he was on top of her, ready to plunge his cock into her pussy.
Just before he did, she managed to ask him one more question. "Would you like to do it again? With me and another girl at the same time?"
"You mean...." he asked, his mouth hanging open, "you'd do that?"
"Maybe," Ginny said. "Would you like to?"
"Maybe," he replied, "if I was drunk enough." The following morning after he had gone to work, Ginny dressed and went to the bank. She deposited the check from Rusty and then cabbed to her office. It took her fifteen minutes to quit her job and find Norma Giles.
The well-endowed, leggy brunette was shocked when Ginny asked her for such a weird, kinky favor. But after mulling it over, she enthusiastically agreed.
Roy was shaken to the roots of his puritan soul when he got home that night and found two beautiful naked women in the apartment ready to rape him.
It did take him an hour and several drinks to get with it. But once he did, he was Ted reincarnated.
The three of them did everything physically possible, sexually, for two women and a man to do.
And when it was over they slept soundly, all curled around each other.
It would be just a matter of time, Ginny thought, and the right impetus. And then Roy wouldn't need the drinks to do it.
And Ginny knew just the right impetus.
"Wake up, you sleepyheads," Ginny said, carrying a massive tray to the bed and sitting it on their laps. "Today is Friday and neither one of you is going to work."
"Why not?" Roy demanded.
"Because we're going to take a drive into the country this afternoon. We might even spend the whole weekend."
"Where?" Norma asked. "And what for?"
"Because," Ginny paused, looking lovingly at their two naked bodies side by side on the bed, "we're going to the movies."
